I wished I could spill out everything that words can't speak. Sometimes it's really so unbearable to keep it within and to selectively choose those whom we can trust. It still hurts every single time thinking about all the accusations and all the harsh words.

And every step forward, I took it backwards three times.
Its funny because I've woke up to so many mornings feeling miserable and I don't have a life goal?
And no, I'm not emotional. I wished I wasnt.