Well, =(( yea.. I write this while I count the billion pieces my heart has broken into. Everything has a max limit. A limit to which it can withstand. I have taken so much until now. So damn much. And I’ve taken it without retaliation. I even have a smile on my stupid face.

For starters,

• I don’t have a heart.
• I’m not worthy to be loved.
• I’m selfish.
• I’m not mature enough
• I always think of _just_ myself
• I never make her smile
• I have never made her smile when she wanted it the most.

So you see.. I’m such an awful human being ! Haina ?

Why ? Why am I still alive ? Why ?