I've always envied those people. Without questions. I mean, look at me. Who in the world, ever freaking single care about who it would turn out to be? No one. Except. The.Only.Pathetic.Myself.

Its been a real whole mistake at first. For whom, I don't care.
Can anyone just figure it out themselves? Asking questions with apparent answers are a whole scene of idiot belles. And to whom, I may infer, it considered them all. If you're going to breakthrough, I follow you.
Cause the genuine thing that ever occured on me was you. I've been trying so hard to understand, but it seems that the wall of blockage was way thicker than I've ever imagined it would turn out to be.

Why would no one just think this being as a Saint and not a Devil. For at least one moment of my life, why can't you call me as your friend and not a helper? And for one reason after another, why must it always be me who will always be your shoulder to cry on? And in return, if I were the one in problems, would you lend me your listening ears? Obvious answer:NO. You would always be first to turn your back. Why? Because your perception of a friend is maximum, a helper. I don't inch care anymore cause everytime I do, you betrayed.

For once, I've never dreamt this far. But because of you, I have.