i constantly tell myself that there are people out there without a mother or a father. no roof over their heads. some barely have the enough to live another day, bring food to the table, to feed their kids. diseases. floods. bombings. strikes. hate. murders. abuse. there are people out there dying. no means to earn a living. some never knew love. others lost the ones they hold dear.

serves as a reminder as to how insignificant my troubles are. pales in comparison. in short, i fuck myself over by wondering about the things that, probably, will never ever ever affect me in any way. and ironically, i end up feeling even more messed up.

a bad habit? maybe. i wanna go back to giving without expecting anything in return. my heart used to be warm and full of that thing we call 'love'. now it's all hollow and full of hate. my world is a cold and dark place, but it's the only one i've got.

oh well. this world's gonna crash and burn someday anyway. in the mean time, i'll just make do.

and it was night again -1:12 AM-