lifes just another facade, isn't it? i wonder why. my mind is empty...

i can feel your pain, cos it fucking hurts me to say what i've said to you. i've got so much to say but words can't express how i feel now. i feel so tired, so emotionally drained. my emotions are screwed. nothing seems to be able to make me happy. i can't concentrate on anything anymore. sigh, but i guess its for the better in the long run. i can't continue hurting you, that'll be so fucking selfish for me. i've realised, realised that my selfishness has created so much hurt. i just hope you'll be okay, soon.

& once i've started, i just can't stop. crying, that is.