I wonder if I was meant for you.

Sometimes I pretend to understand the unknown of a broken heart.

I pretend I can't hear the cries of others.

When others yearn for care, I yearn for nothing.

"She's a self-centered person who doesn't care bout other's feelings. She wants to push me away like this, fine. Don't ever call me 5 am in the morning and ask for help."

These words been running through my head, over and over... for the past 126 minutes.

I push the important and gobble down the unimportance of life.

In reality, I suuck as a friend, girlfriend and a daughter.

The two utmost important people left me last night, stranded in between cars, I sat on the road and bawl for help.

Yet, only the unexpected were there to help me overcome the low pride of non self-righteous dignity. I lost control of my temper and the foolish act I should not have.

But I don't remember a thing, I really can't.

Pondering on the wrongs to make it right again, I have no strength on my own to stand.

How do I correct my unforgivable, low pride of cheap dignity left in myself?

I'm done for tonight.

Goodnight, xx.