In the past week, I have been so stressed over several events in my life that I can stare at my blanket for hours till daybreak, that I have to drink cans and bottles of alcohol before I can finally cry myself to sleep.

When the heart breaks, it will hurt more for the one who still holds on to the glimmer of hope.

Too many things pent up, too many thought passing through my mind. I try to bury them but they haunt me every single moment like a silent echo. And it is times like this that makes me feel, and also believe, that nobody really cares about what you are going through.

You better pick yourself up from your mess or face being set behind in the race against time. And such is the cruelty of the world. A gentle reminder of "Survival of the fittest."

Inevitably, I can only react with, harden your heart, immune yourself to the hurt that people are going to give you by not giving them the chance to hurt you. And that is where it all came from.

Oh how much you hurt me. Maybe, rather, how much I hurt myself, how much I make myself bleed to remind myself that I am still alive.