Self Destruction, Month of April.

Silence. Disappointment. Devastation. Desolation. Vexation.

Uh huh, yea, mixed feelings. or, wanna look for trouble?

Sometimes I feel like bursting into tears. So that I can feel better. Tears that show how much I cared but how much you don't, that show much my hatred has kept my happiness at bay.

I hate cognitive biasness. I hate non-liberal reactions. I hate childishness in some people's mind. I hate when there is a gap of benchmark. Can you guys walk out of your stupidity?

Burden. A massive, and heavy one. How can I get some wheels to carry on? Please advise.

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Tea of the day: Rooibos. No caffeine. It has been my childhood favourite in the older days back in my home town. When I tasted it, I stopped crying for toy back then. And now when I taste it, I stop crying for a man, and of course, over controllable dilemma.