It came to me, however, there always was. Consider myself as a loner at the most of time, wonder all I need and the bliss was solitude. I don't like being portrayed as a fool and excess of stupidity. Being alone is not wrong at all; as for me. But the negative thought, is. I was thought that kind calls kindness. I couldn't be a special one because if a person nice, he/she is also nice to others. Though, world is beautiful because the stuff that in it. But it is cruel either. I was about to sure lies were form of kindness. Thus, whether I said kindness itself was also lies. I was so complicated that I disliked particularly a kind person and the ones that too much seeking attention. I didn't really know whether I was upset because it/he/she can't be done like I wanted to be or it/he/she did caused me upset. Then I wondered who's the most fit to be blamed. Me, or them. Me, or no one else but myself. I didn't know which was the most would tore me apart; regret, pain, anger or sad.

No matter where you are, who you are, there will always be. Feelings. Feelings that broke you down every where and every time. It should be better if you're not asking question, it will be easier to just accept it without question. Just don't think too much, because its dope, will be taken its toll.