it feels hurt to be lied to.
and sometimes, i wonder if the other party ever thought how the person would feel if he/she knew about it.
morons.

damn.
i hate things right now.
just when i picked myself up, another massive blow knocked me out.
thanks to you all detractors,
for tearing open my wound that just healed not too long ago.

but at times of crisis,
you will know who are the ones that really care for you,
and those that left you in the lurch hoping you would die.

sometimes i wonder if i am really unlucky or really lucky.
unlucky to be lied to, unlucky to be in this messed up state...
but lucky to have people who will push me on, and lucky to have baby to let me vent my anger on, let me cry on his shoulders and be there for me.
so tell me which side am i on? unlucky or lucky?
maybe that's what they say: only when you are unlucky, that you realise that you are lucky too. contradicting... but it seems true.

right now, i m not sure if that is really a glimpse of hope or just an illusion.

everything is just a process. but how long will that process be?