Black and white
never put me alone in a room, or anywhere, for that matter - as long as im alone,
my inner self will start initiating a conversation with me.
and self pity will be the main subject.
All the "i wonder why...", "What if....", "Why did i...." questions will start being a heated conversation topic
and i will succumb to the negativities all over again.
Right at this point, i dont really know anymore whether i had made a right choice.
Accepting is easy but forgetting is real hard.
and now that i cant seem to forget everything, accepting is starting to be like a heavy burden just waiting for the right time for me to carry it on my shoulders.
Life is indeed easy. But the decisions that we make made life hard for us.
and i think i am going down that road of the self-inflicted pain syndrome.
15...15...15...
a year of innocence, where every problem doesnt seem like a problem.
20, a year where all the nitty-gritty details of a non-existence problem gets magnified and becomes and issue, without an invitation.
Life gets really interesting especially when you come across with people who readily unload a heavy burden of their past onto you. Leaving you with 2 choices.
You either carry these burden together,
or you shrug them off your shoulders, and walk away.