it's all back to square one. where you don't know shit. you don't know who to believe anymore. even that jiminy cricket at the back of your mind; you don't know him anymore. the people around you.. they don't know shit. and even when you try voice your opinions, you risk sounding like a moron. it's got 'go-fuck-yourself' written all over it.

you keep still and silent hoping it'll all work out by itself. but the truth of the matter is that, it never gets any better than this. this is the harsh truth. you don't have the power, nothing changes. no will power, nothing changes.

you left it out too long. it has become a habit which seems impossible to break. 'familiarity breeds contempt'. ever heard of that phrase? yes. its applicable in more ways than one. and all i wish i could do now is not give a fucking damn.

god-damned world.

and it was night again -8:51 PM-