on moving on and learning to let go. kinda.

and after so long, there isn't anything that is really real.

i am superficial. a 'possibly', 'maybe', 'if there is extra time'..
it's when all is stripped away, that you find out there isn't anything there.

why force things that aren't working? we don't. it's quite clear that we don't.
it's ironic how i wish for people to be a little bit nicer, but at the same time, hate it when it's just a show. maybe i hope too much. maybe i still want to believe.

what kind of war is this..?

i can not trust anymore. no. i do not trust anymore. at all.
trusting = love . love = (too much) pain

maybe someday i will understand this all. maybe someday, i can be liberated.
maybe...