Some things are oh so simple.

For everyone keeps skeletons in their closets. It's just who we choose to share our skeletons with.
A wise man once said "ignorance is bliss". And a fool once claimed "truth is happiness".

If this life have specific instructions. A set of guidelines maybe. We might have an easier time. For it's all the guessing and interacting where we get our thoughts, hopes and doubts from. Sometimes it's easier to not talk. It's easier but much less appealing.

Seeing other's playing the game of love, i often feel indifferent inside. Some part of me wishes them happiness, while deep inside I doubt they would last. For I guess I've lost faith in the whole notion of love. I understand friendships, I appreciate affectionate, I know crushes. But love is something that is foreign, almost alien, to me. What's wrong?

A thousand times I can think about you, all I want is for you to think about me once.