Truth be told, I'm so lonely. I always feel so out of place, alienated from others. It's not that I'm an introvert, it's just that I have trouble expressing myself. Whenever I met "the one" whom will hear all of my stories and feelings, she'll left. Well, she already left.
Truth be told, I'm extremely depressed. Trying to find that perfect spot in a sea of humans tend to be so frustrating. I hate whenever my advices got treated like shit as if I mean nothing to the ones that I love. And I smirk evilly when the outcomes of their doing are exactly as I predicted.
Truth be told, I miss you. Oh how the stars sparkled and shined, I miss those times. Those times when it felt like it's just us against the world. And then you're gone, and it's me all alone against this cruel F-ed up world.
Truth be told, I'm full of angst. Just give me a solid reason and I'll be done with it. Don't leave me clueless and aimless. It makes me mad knowing nothing especially the truth. And it makes me mad at myself more because whatever reasons that makes you left me astray, must've been because of me. Oh how I keep on wondering evwey single night on which mistakes of mine offended you the most. And how many cusses and disses I spat at myself countless of times because of my wrongdoing in which still a mystery up until now.
Truth be told, I'm sorry.
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