Stories
Everyday just manifest into another stack of irony and events that you want to cry about that you eventually cramped you stomach and settled with a scoff.
You look at others plight and without hesitation compare to yours, wondering why they get to share theirs and yours are just left visibly buried, thinking why you have problems yet you help them knowing it'll never be a vice-versa thing..

Some situations as you hear them out, you secretly rather to be in that then your current situation. You look at them weird and wonder whats going in their mind when they have such great things going on and yet they push it aside then away while you get stuck with all the self proclaimed misery without a chance to even get a breather out of that.
You hear their stories and you think its just not fair.. You stare at them knowingly its a different genre of choice but still, you believe how much better you can do and be better off with that..

You listen but you don't get the story.
You listen but you're far too prejudiced.
You listen but you're absorbed into your own.
You listen but you can't help to relate back to yours.
You listen but its too bad that ain't you.

I don't know if it was an intentional attempt or an accidental attempt to actually inflict some hurt to others but a little through it i couldn't carry it all the way with those guilt tugging on my conscience.. Did i became too absorbed into other's emotion, did i became brainwashed and moulded that way, did i started like this.. I can't remember.. But damn i really want to make it so someone will bleed and it don't matter who.. why can't i do it. I'm going insane with these angst..Why do i think of you..Why do i still need you..