Don't talk shit behind my back. Cos I know. I always know.

Having a lot of flashbacks these days.
Good ones, bad ones. The happy ones, the sad ones.
The good memories are always tucked behind the bad ones, cos they leave a bigger impact in life. One particular incident kept haunting me, and it's scary how it gets me.
Images just kept popping into my mind and a shiver went down my spine recalling everything.

Really, when the damage is done there's nothing no one can do to mend the broken pieces. I'll learn to be tougher, I'll remember who are the ones who took me for granted. You won't find me anywhere near if you need any help. Because being selfless in this cruel place won't work out.

It's frustrating how people live on what others say, whatever happened to our own decisions, our own voices?



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