Nyct0ph1lia

Life is just a poor illusion. What are we born for... it's a question I'll always be wondering because all that's left in the end is a grave at the bottom of a cemetery, covered in dust. Life is just a miserable worm crawling to survive... or perhaps a candle burning relentlessly without knowing why.

Love is just a gamble, a game we all play.. and we're all addicted, nobody can deny it. Some of us play safe, watching the others put their cards first while others risk everything. But not everyone can win...

It's hard to be happy with who I am because I'm so used to hating myself, and I thought I could learn if I loved someone else. I thought I could feel some sort of salvation by doing so... I was lying to myself the whole time. But I love her at least I think however it's hard to love with all your heart when half of it is already gone. It's so hard to let somebody in when it's already damaged. And I could try. But this dream that I live in is turning into a nightmare that I can't wake up from, even though I wish I could because I already know it's ending with you leaving me. And I don't wanna accept this reality or this dream. But honestly...