Yes, it's a happy-sad kinda day again. I've been like this for the past few months. No matter how long time passes, i'm never gonna get back on my feet. I don't know if that day meant anything to you, but it sure meant the whole world to me. And it's like my whole world is crashing on me now and yet i can't do anything to save myself. No one's here to save me either.

I always imagined what would happen when i die. Would people come visit me during my last few days of 'being alive' or will i just die in my sleep. Life is so unpredictable. One moment, everything's fine, and the next, everything just crumbles on you.

Right when i've decided to open up to someone, that person leaves. It's always been the case, so why do i feel so heartbroken this time? Have i been too trusting? Maybe i should build my walls higher this time.