Nothing can seemed to fit right into the place now.
Neither any form of comfort will help to alleviate my pain.
I'm standing still, but with a broken heart.
I'm just one of the left behind by the world.
Did I make a wrong decision? Did I? Did I?
There's so much agony in my life right now, that I do not know how to get rid of it.
People often says or encourage you to stand up or prove to people you can, but unless you're in the shoes of that person, no amount of words can do to uplift the spirit of one's sufferings.
Either I'm in the wrong place, stumbled upon the wrong subjects, ... and everything don't seemed to go in place.
I tried. Maybe not hard enough.
How much can I move on, when there is a knife piercing through my heart?
You've already opened your mouth, spoke, hurt and done.
It's an irreversible process.
Once hurt, it will forever be there.
Yes, we're all tired, sick of life, sick of the trials and tribulation we have to go through.
But have you ever consider how I felt when you said those words.
Your words might work for someone else, but not me.
Now that my world has lost its meaning, what more should I say or even stay?
Everything I do now, my world, has turned into black and white.
Every moment, I just feel like crying.
My life has turned upside down, and I'm just one good-for-nothing, idling around.
I'm neither good in any subjects as far as I can think of, not good in character, a lousy personality, not even tall, not even pretty, ...
And I realized I have problems making friends as I grew older each day.
How should I continue with life, . . .
Each step I took forward every single time I fail, seemed to brought be back a thousand steps.

People never crumble in a day, I guess the day has just come.