In the end, it's still so lonely.

Sometimes, even when you're holding on to something that might harm you, you still insist on holding on to it because you're constantly hoping for a miracle to happen. The only thing you can do is to keep hoping and believing that the miracle would happen.

The world is filled with too many people with hearts that are so black that black can't be a colour anymore. I'm thinking of those i know of right this instant. Thinking it might be you? Don't worry, if you actually thought of yourself, you might not actually be such a bad person afterall.

Ohh no, i dont know what is so fucked up right now.