Guess there will always be a broken egg in every carton.
And now I really fell that Im the one in that carton.
Everytime I step out from my comfort zone
Everytime I try to do something new
Something holds me back.
Damn. How could something be so strong?
As it grew further apart, other things grew
I don't even know what is it.
Not even me.
This is hard.
Emoing and shutting up is probably the best thing to do.
Damn.
Hate myself.
Taking a ride at 5.02am.
Plans not to sleep.
Wish and hopes that life has an UNDO and a DELETE button.
