Life is so mercurial, it is so hard to come to terms with it.

What started off as an intention to fulfill a promise, has evolved into a rekindling of the past.

When things are beginning to look up, somewhere along the line, something goes wrong, and nothing is made known.

The thing that bothers me the most, is that how can you think that you are great friends with someone in one week, and the next week you find the person too much.

The tone in the voice, the heavy sarcasm, the antics.

Wasn't it all there before? So what has changed? Or is it simply I have reached my limit?

Why is it some people have their life planned out for them, everything is just a matter of preference.

Yes or No.

While some others must always keep in consideration the feelings of others.

Making calculated decisions. Always thinking.

When things go wrong, guess who receives the shit.

When things go right, guess who receives the benefits.

I really wish I could just let it all out.

I really hope someone could tell me what to do.

Where I have gone wrong.

Don't bother asking anyway.

You'll probably think I am a stuck up whiny fucker.

That's fine. I probably am one.

Which is why I don't even bother finding anyone to talk to anymore.