is there any other reason why i am still breathing?!?! other than bringing joy to those who torment me.. or to those who pity me..

distance.. nothing left to do but this.. creating a new mask.. slaughter, death, angst, pain.. these is what this mask will represent..

word of the the day, TACT.. a keen sense of what to do or say in order to maintain good relations with others or avoid offense.. or in simple terms, BE SENSITIVE..

yet some forget how.. i understand these people.. they’re happy.. who cares who get hurt..

but as a person who has always been careful, i think it’s about time i let loose..

see? this is what pain can do.. make you talk nonesense.. circles.. going no where.. just to avoid the reality that you lost.. you’re pained.. you’re rejected.. you’re alone..

hmmm.. alone.. i like that.. i like that a lot..