Sometimes I wonder, since I more or less already figured out the truth, why do I still attempt to seek confirmation, as if by any work of miracle it would turn out not as what I figured it out to be?
Or is it a human nature to live in denial, trying to grasp on the hope that somehow life is less harsh as it seems?
It isn't as if I wanna broadcast my good intentions to the whole world (I guess I just did by writing it here) but it sure does fetch a good load of disappointment to realize that at the other end of the line, nobody is gonna respond or say thank you. It is not like I'm going to force a bullet through your head if you don't thank me for my acts of goodwill, but admit it, you
DO feel better when you know your efforts are appreciated.
I guess it's not happening now. I would be blatantly lying in your face if I said "Oh it's
nothing". But who is to blame, really? Nobody.
Slowly and steadily, time has eroded the once strong impression of me in you, and time after time I find myself nothing but a shadow that once breezed past your eventful life.
