Now that I have finally stepped out of being affected by people's scrutiny,
Life takes a backseat and I could really take a deep breath and live my days with much ease.



The vicious effects of losing their love one has been the most venomous poison of all mankind. Making people lose confidence in themselves, and end up feeling all so negative. And these malicious evil things glue itself to people, and not many can actually break free from it.



How much courage does it take, to have your confidence stay strong? Despite countless fingers pointing at you with disgust and infinite pairs of lips muttering about you in repulsion? But I don't care. I sold the weapon to npc.



Through all the supports from my friends and family, I gain much motivation and inspiration to live my life with more courage and determination.



Go ahead and try to bring me down.



Scold me.

Bitch me behind my back.

Leave me thinking I'll go after you.

Tell me you're actually loving me but I made it end.



I bet you will be so disappointed.



Very.



If people wants to leave me out, I won't humiliate myself and plead for forgiveness and change myself into something I can't even recognise just to fit in. I won't even ask for the reason why. I'll just screw them off before they do. But to you, I didn't know why. I really changed for you, so much. I didn't complain anything for what you have done.



Hide things from me again. Show me ambiguity. Tell me I need to gain your trust. I'll say,



"Fuck you."



If you don't wanna share, I won't even waste my time.



Think I can still be hurt? Try me.



I dare you.



Any last resort? Try violence.

But just a gentle reminder, I specialise in it.





But don't even begin feeling I'm the one to blame.
Cause you dug your own grave.