im tired and im out.
as hard as i try to be, i know it will never be. hoping to escape my fate (the one that had once caught hold of me and has now become my "past"), never seems to cease its chase. so i guess this is a sign. my sign telling me not to wait, not to hold on, and definitely not to hope.
so im gonna wrap my emotions up in a plastic bag, as i always do. along side with my hopes and believes, i will throw them all into a trash can; the trash can at the back of my heart.
maybe, just maybe, im a non-believer after all.
[i like to tell myself i am, and pretend to be. but sometimes, deep down, a silent whisper tells you that you will never be. today was bitter-sweet.]
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