We are all so bloody superficial, caught up in our own miseries that we fail to see the world drowning before us.

There's so much more i could say, and i could do but i chose not to do it. Does it hurt less trying to not let it affect you, or doing everything you can to salvage it?
Does it then, make you more if you chose not to let it affect you, or trying your best to save it?

I once taught a person about contentment. Being grateful enough for all that you have, and not want more. The search for happiness will usually ends up in more tears and misery.

Unexpected, happiness, expection, disappointments. Look at this. And tell me you dont think this is a vicious vicious cycle.

I could totally say fts, but i wont because i know i wont.

Could i only survive on You alone? You, who places me all above everything else. I look to it as a salvage, a log in the middle of the rough seas.
But i can't. I understood that there are people who are born wanting more, needing more. What i didnt realised is how i was staring at myself in the mirror. That, and cloaking myself in dignity.

Hanging on to that, hanging on to love, and hanging on to me.