Sometimes I fear being happy for I know what comes after the moments of glee. I know it's inevitable. Somehow or in some ways, there must always be the other side. To think, there must always be equlibrium. Days of sadness, moments of tears...
Love and pain goes hand in hand. This is what I always hear, and what I always tell myself. I feel weaker than ever, that the slightest heartache would make me quit. I just wanna go somewhere far from all these thoughts I need to think, somewhere free from the burden of expectations, issues, complications and insensitivity of this world. I'm just dead tired of everything.
I need some rest. I badly do. I don't think anyone would understand...
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