bound to fail

you have the power to make a day the best or the worst day of my life..

i'm afraid you unconsciously chose the latter.

i would be telling a life if i'll say i am miserable, because i'm not. but it would be an equal lie to say i'm perfectly fine.

i'm sure you'll ask what the hell's wrong with me, i'm about to say, "you." but deep inside i know that's just pain talking.

i'm a nut case. i don't have the answers to your questions or the reasons for my actions, but they are seen, said, heard and felt. they just can't be confined in words, and i have no means of letting you understand, but just hoping you'd know.

but i guess, not.

i don't want to count to reasons to stay and the reasons to go. i'm sure, the signs will show.

all i want is the best for you, but i guess, i'm the worst thing that happened in your life. at least, you make me feel that way.

someday, eventually, in the undetermined time in the future, we'd know.

i told you, it would be between your birthday and mine. i don't know what to hope, to be right or to be wrong.