An emo piece of mind:

It's funny how the littlest things matter so much when you let go of all you could possibly have. Life's simplest pleasures, they are the most valuable moments.

You try, you try really hard. But again you fall, even harder, helplessly drowned in this deep, deep, misery. Life's painful moments, they are the most vulnerable.

It's pretty sad when every sad song can relate to you, with every melody sinking right to your heart. It's even more depressing, when you know this is the kind of reality ahead.

I am a melancholic. I am boring, I only love to nua and sleep in and stone my time away. I dislike socialising, I think people are fake. I think alot, too much sometimes. It always runs wild, I'm always catching them. I am a silent speaker, I express non verbally. I am always alone, I spend time alone, I choose to be on my own, I am used to solitude. I value relationships most in my life, but on the flip side I hardly trust. I am a selfless giver, sometimes I wonder why am I so sacrificing. I am not a friendly person, I prefer quietness. I love to be loved, but it is not a wise choice to fall in love with me. I don't really know how to be happy, I only choose temporary joy. I am always compressed inside, I go through many waves of emotions silently. I fear separations, my weaknesses overwhelms me. I fear my past, those of which dominates my fragile feelings. I seek for assurances, I yearn for emotional security. Sometimes I laugh at myself, that those of what I wish for, are just relatively a one way traffic. The harsh reality woke me up, even if I escape into my dreams, the nightmares haunt me. Perhaps I am stuck in this comfortable agony, perhaps I am desperately sunk in the bottomless realm. I desire, just but only the littlest things in life, which is all that is left and, only enough.

I am actually, only very ordinary.