I don't know what's wrong with me recently.
I don't even want to.
I suppose this is what they call being in self-doubt.
When you start acting all sceptical about the things around you, when you start finding everything to be so superficial.
There's no leeway for me to channel these pent-up emotions of mine to.
Yet I ponder why it bothers me so much since I don't even give a shit about it.
Sometimes I feel emotions that far exceeds my linguistic capability.
The happy-go-lucky people are the dunces and yet the ones most contented with life - that's the way it is.
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There is this someone I miss so much.
I know I want to be with her again, and I can't help feeling so (even after understanding and coming to terms with the fact that things will never be the same as it once was again).
I ponder if she'll ever smile at me the way she did before.
In a matter of time, I'll have the answer.
