I am not sleepy yet. -

I am not sleepy yet. -_-

I think somehow I have realized that human psyche is a real delicate thing. Hard to read, impossible to predict. It can take only so much pain and when the pain grows unbearable, it looks for an escape. A little escape from this world.
Sometimes, nobody gets your state of mind, your inner mayhem. You have close friends, family but you're very complicated for them at such time. You have a few hell understanding pen-pals but they are far, so far that they can't bring you at ease. All they have for you are 'words' and words are something that can heal but can't cure. People, who yelled about their love towards you all through your life, they don't even shit care about you. Whenever they get any opportunity to have someone better, they poof. Without even realizing what are they going to miss. Life is such a mess. Good moments, bad hours. Happy days, sappy years. They say, "There is always a bright morning after darkest night." I ask, "What if you can not make it through the night?"

PS: Another piece of shit. I just hate it when I think too much.

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2 Corinthians 6:2

I will kill him tonight. A person who has never done any wrong. I will crush him quick, and drain him dry. He has longed for this day, and for so long. His sin was he loved, he cared. Now he will be thumped for this, and dazed. I tried to stall him, as for this, he was to be slayed. Salvation will be hurled upon him, as his arrogance always prevailed. Enacting the hangman, I will carry the death to him. But the sinner resides in my own soul, hence I will, solely, be the victim.

Have you ever been in love?

Have you ever been in love? The kind of love that lasted for years. The kind of love where you spent a lifetime together yet you didn't know each other. The kind of love where you knew about each-other's friends, family and everything else but you also knew that there is something missing in between you two. The kind of love in which you had so many questions in your head but no responses, and so much to respond but nobody to notice. The kind of love where you did everything one should do to keep the feelings in motion yet you stood still. The kind of love where there was a smile on your face but deep inside you were just a hollow-being. Have you ever been in love? The kind of love that didn't last longer than a summer. The kind of love that felt like a chilling breeze piercing through your heart, melting your brain like some fierce flare, outpouring your soul like a drizzle on your face. The kind of love where you wanted to surrender yourself to your better-half. No

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