:: how deep is your love ::

so the day comes when we will each go our seperate ways.

whether it's tomorrow, next week, next month or next year? or would it be like 5 years? 10 years? it's all too uncertain and unpredictable.

i just feel discouraged by reality. who likes their dreams to be dashed?

i think words are double-edged swords. they can lift you up high or just slit your throat. it all depends on who's wielding this powerful sword.

i get scared sometimes. so scared that i do not wish to speak to anyone now. afraid to hurt and get hurt.