Maybe saying the truth would be better. But what if the truth would hurt? It's such a dilemma.
Having two faces is tiring. Being optimistic is also getting tiring. Sometimes I really wonder what things would be like to drop this mask, stop saying things I don't mean, stop acting like I don't.... It's too difficult to say. Life goes on, but it's meaningless, pointless. Sometimes the silence is good. But sometimes I really cannot stand it. This silence never used to last so long. What happened? It's frustrating everytime I think about it. Life had gotten boring.. It's like.. My life movie had been stuck at the pause button.. Yet... yours is still playing....
If all our wishes would come true, things would be much simpler, life sweeter. If only things could turn out right instead of wrong.
