You think about the lessons and you never learn from them.

You think about the lessons again and how you never ever learn from them.

I was like this 2 years ago and I'm still like this now. Today.

I'm really beginning to believe that God did not make me for love.

If that's the case, I should seriously start acquainting myself with self-sufficiency. Who knows, we might even fall in love.

After too many horrid lessons from the teacher of life, I'm just going to bow my head, quieten myself and submit to the dictatorship of whoever is the mastermind behind all this.

There will be no more dreams.

I'm officially dead today.