Lost

Once again, I'm lost, about who's the one I can trust or not. I feel lonely that I'm not suppose to be. I wanna be tough, but I can't. I've tried to be tough, but still, I can't. I knew I always loathe this world, and I'm always being rejected. They seems to be friendly to me but I think they don't. That's why I hate to communicate, always try to protect myself from being hurt.

Things won't going well in our lives...

That's life...

Life should be hard...

Like the old man once told us:

No pain, no gain.

Life is a question...

Decision between life and death,

It is hard to be made.

As Shakespeare said:

To be, or not to be, that is a question.

That so called 'Brenda' doesn't really exist,

Does she?

Are the roses really red?

Are the violets really blue?

Are the sweets really sweet?

I doubt even I knew.