The End ...

There are many decisions that we must make in life. Despite how painful it will be, there are some things that we must decide. Else, in the end, you end up just hurting yourself. I've already borne emotional scars for the past twelve years, adding fresh ones will not matter anymore. Time heals all wounds? I wonder who came up with this stupid saying. There are some wounds that one simply does not recover from. Some scars are too deep to be erased by time. They serve as reminders to my foolishness and naiveness, never to involve my heart ever again. Why did I even devote so much of my emotions when I know from the beginning that it will never be  reciprocated. It was nothing more then a fool's dream.

Now I just have to find some way to stop this trembling. To stop making myself look like a fool who can't stop himself from crying every time the name is mentioned. Hopefully I can get to go away, leave this place and country and find myself a place where I will not be reminded of this hurt.

Things have finally come to a conclusion, all there is to be said has been spoken. Tears that is to be shed has fallen. I've nothing left to give, an empty shell that is incapable of loving anymore. I will bear this scar to serve as a reminder never to trust in anyone again. Behind all the facade of friendship, there's alway a knife waiting to cut you down. Waiting for you to fall down and step over you. No matter how good a friend one may seem, you can never tell what they are doing behind you. Never again will I be foolish enough to trust in friendship nor love. In the end, there is no one but myself. Destined to be alone.