Random Rant

It is easier to write when you're feeling sad, words keep pouring out from your fingers, it's easy to pour out your feelings through these keyboards.

But why do we feel less inspired when we're happy?

Are we not accustomed to feeling happy?

Is the feeling too foreign for us to understand?

Or is it just me?

I've had my fair share of tragedies for these couple of years. It's hard for me, but I survived. 

You want to know what caused me, or inspire me to write these days?

I fell in love

Touche...

Glass shatters, people sighed. Cmon, it is so common, I couldn't believe I had spent almost three years of my life feeling the same thing.

Why had I let a guy, a mere human being to destroy what I am, I am ashamed that I had let him lie to my face again and again. I'm still finding the reason why I couldn't let go of him. Am I in love with him or am I in love with what we have shared these couple of years.

I've seen him moving on so easy, discarded me as if I was nothing to him. But why do I still find myself obsessing over him, not being able to love anyone else. 

Dear boy what have you done to me.

Despite you treating me badly, we barely talk, you treated your other scandals way better than me, I still love you. Im being stupid am I. Why can't you feel the same way to me...