out of wrath..

i don't intend to be this insensitive and stubborn.. its just that people molded me to be this way.. tough like a fighter.

one might say that hatred consummated my old self.. perhaps at one point its the truth but that is no longer the issue nowadays..

who's to blame?!

when the people I valued the most left me scarred and alone,that's when i have decided that things aren't gonna be the same for me.. they killed the lady who loved them real enough to sacrifice her own happiness but did they do? they inflicted with so much pain. and with her death came the existence of the undaunted part of myself...

there won't be a need for me to cry myself to sleep because I have now established a stronger persona.. independent to everyone else..

if back then I used to believe in the possibility of obtaining good things that life has to offer me, now i prefer to keep those thoughts into an oblivion cause reality has one stung me.. and trust me it was never sweet nor good. just pure deception and betrayal..

fear..?! yes that world still is existent for me, i still fear..

I fear to reap nothing but failure.. I fear that a day would come when all that I have established will eventually crumble in front of me.. and I'd be left with no option but to stare at the shattered pieces of my incomparable efforts..