it's a mystery the way people function. We're always longing for life to be the way it should be in our pain-free utopian world, but in the back of our minds and in the cracks of our hearts we know it will never happen. We're more practical than we make ourselves to be.

and i thought i was the most practical of all. Choosing not to believe in 'love'. Choosing to believe in disappointment. Choosing to depend on myself.

And how did i wind up here? How did i end up falling apart towards the end and towards a beginning?

But, it's only me to blame. i knew this would happen. I knew.