There's nothing more dangerous than an Idea.

Its risky that I post this somewhere so public for people to see, actually, the only person I'm worried about reading this is the person it is written for, you know who you are. Hell, everyone knows who you are. God forbid this actually makes you feel good about yourself after reading it. Oh well, I'm slightly protected by the knowledge that you don't frequent my blog, even though my know how much it means to me. Here goes nothing ..


I hate to admit it, but I'm lying in bed thinking of you. I know, I'm a cliche. It's 4am, the borderline of the fifth day of no talking, or is it sixth? I've lost track of time. I imprison myself in assumptions I know are false, in thoughts that are corrupted by my own self, playing the blame game and directing hatred onto people who are not the problem at all. It's you, and it's me. I don't know where I went wrong, and I'm definitely not blaming myself for our collapse, but I always wonder why I wasn't enough. I can list down all your problems easily: Chronic liar, fake-personality, etc., but it's easy to point fingers and let yourself go un-assessed. Though it does bother me that you don't try to contact me whatsoever. No apologies, no explanations excuses, nothing whatsoever.It's both a disappointment and a relief. But I do wish you had a legitimate explanation behind your actions, so that I can finally stop inventing my own.