drowning in invisible tears

it hurts. but i can't cry.
"you can't fight the tears that ain't coming.."

i want this to end, but i'm afraid how..

i no longer mind being alone. it's better to be lonely alone, than lonely with someone..

i guess i'm ready for solitude now. i've accepted the fact that i would grow up alone.

love is wasted on me.

i'm back to the lonely me. but i decide not to leave the stage. the show must go on. the back stage is on fire. good thing i have my make-up and costume on.