The End.

I am taking a break from this pathetic blog, need to focus on more important things in life. I feel like the more I write, the more I dwell on the past. So I am going to take a break, before my feelings start to linger...

Done.

A little sacrifice can go a long way, all for the better.

Grass.

It is killing me everything is black and white. Hard to see how the grass is greener on the other side when there isn't a flower planted...

"What truly is logic? Who decides reason? My quest has taken me to the physical, the metaphysical, the delusional, and back. I have made the most important discovery of my career - the most important discovery of my life. It is only in the mysterious equations of love that any logic or reason can be found. I am only here tonight because of you. You are the only reason I am. You are all my reasons"-A Beautiful Mind.

Fine Line.

Don't worry, I will make sure I won't cross the line this time...

"Just like a star across my sky, just like an angel off the page, You have appeared in my life. Feel like I'll never be the same, just like a song in my heart, just like oil on my hands, oh, I do love you"-Like a star, Corinne Bailey Rae.

Blank.

"Love is patient, love is kind. It is not jealous"-Corinthians 13.

It is 2:30am, just had a talk with a friend. I don't really know how I feel about it. Maybe that is the problem. I don't know how I feel. The thing about love is sometimes what you want isn't really what you need... Or actually anybody's need. It is even more ridiculous because I play out these stupid scenarios in my head over and over again like a broken cassette player that won't stop. Sometimes I feel like I am beginning to get somewhere, then all it takes is a little reminder and I fall right back to where I started. I feel like I ended everything on a bad note, like a melody that wasn't finished or a blank patch on the canvas. I want to paint something new, but the uncertainty haunts me because following the brush strokes of a familiar path seem much more comfortable. I don't know why I keep on having these dilemmas, maybe I am just a fool that doesn't want to face the truth. Maybe that is why I left a blank spot on the canvas. I don't want to know the end when everything is concluded. I don't want to know how the picture is suppose to end. Even if I can paint that blank spot however I desire, I don't trust myself enough... Because I don't know what I want anymore. I want to change for the better, but tell me why do I feel this way...