Furious. Enraged. Livid. Indignant.

Indignant.







Why did she have to go through so much?






Was God or whoever is up there blind? Letting such an innocent girl like her getting hurt.






I feel it. The anger. I feel it slowly building up.






What did she do to deserve this.





No. If anyone was to blame for this, it should be that bastard. That player who toyed with her. That indescribable scum who played with her feelings. That douchebag.... just thinking about him makes me mad. If I ever see you one day, I would slap you, because people like you don't deserve to be punched like a man.

A big wassup to myself. Today was eventful. So I blog.

No one will probably read this. So hi me. :)

Today, I reveal a secret. One that I have told others before. Ironic, isn't it? However, today I revealed it to someone who might potentially cause a impact because of this. I don't know whether it was the right choice or not. However, a promise is a promise. I don't know how I feel because of this. I mean, she promised she won't tell anyone. So i guess I'll have to trust her then.

But today, I also found out something. Something important. Something that may change the course of my actions significantly and also something that made me confirm that my friend is indeed a psychic. I don't know how to react at such a thing, neither do I know how to help her get past it. I mean, it's gonna be hard. I've been through things like this before. These things are never going to be easy. Helping someone to regain faith in humanity is just, i don't know, something that I would have to prove myself and it's gonna take a lot of effort. But it will all be worth it right? I mean, the person I'm helping is the one my heart belongs to right now. Too many things have happened in the past few days and I don't know if I can handle any more, or if I should handle any more. I want to help her. But, yet again.

I'm tired. Sick and tired. It's a low point in my life. Happiness is dwindling while the sadness piles up into this enormous monstrosity that slowly feeds on my will to live, decapitating it to the point of breakdown. All that pent up anger. All the things i never say. All the masks that I wear. All the deeds I do.

I just hope this passes quickly. So that I can focus on only one thing. Helping the one I love.