:: Bulletproof, I Wish I Was ::
This is ridiculous.

Just when I thought everything is back to normal and I were to live happily ever after, things start to fall apart bit by bit, and once again, I'm struggling for some air.

Fuck what's going on. I'm tired. And its not I'm getting paid for it.

We misunderstood one another again and again. Its becoming a ritual, isn't it. Funny how we seem to not get sick of it. And goodness...what happened to you, my friend?

What happened to you?

If you only speak the truth,none of this would have happened. You have people who care so much about you around, and why do you have to choose that way? Yes, its true that they can't pull you through fully, but they can help you hang on, in the least. Surely there's a better way to deal with this, isn't it?

And now, we don't even know where you are...

Words can't describe our disappointment.

Or worst, our fears or what might or have happened.