I wonder if I was meant for you.

There are times where I feel like spilling every dirty lil secret out.

But then again, I'd lose along the way.

I feel like a pathetic girl, who's always whining about how bad life is when others are suffering and going through way worse than I am.

But that's just me, I like to whine and rant, because it makes me feel more relieved and satisfied, like after sex. Haha.

I don't know, really. What am I doing to myself?

I feel trapped again.

I feel like I'm suffocating.

I feel like I'm being controlled.

I feel like I can't be myself anymore.

I feel like I'm trying to be someone I don't even know.

I feel so lost.

I feel so vulnerable.

I feel so gullible. (Raz & Riz mentioned before)

I feel everything I'm not anymore.

I hate having to drench my pillow nights after nights.

I hate having to cry softly because my sister's sleeping next to me, when all I want to do is cry out loud.

The twinge of heart, so hard to bare.