It does not matter what words that comes out from a stranger. It does not matter what others think of you. It does not matter what others think of you. As long as people who're dear, know what you are. What hurts the most, is when your actions all seemed invisible. Or when your thoughts are unheard.

Your heart is hospitalized. Doctors are looking for a cure. And as soon as the cure has been found, your heart, is running out of time. Now, how do you buy more time? Or how and where do you get a better remedy. 

God likes messing things up, or was it just fate. Why does he like to put things together nicely and then break it apart. Does he not know my story? My feelings? Dear God, don't you have any idea how much have you been spinning me around? 

I don't know why was I excited for. Going through the night, making silly things. All for the very special occasion. Now it all has put to a waste. I am upset. I have the right to be. Sad.

Well, goodnight. 

I shall numb myself today. 

What a day.