Once again i find myself obsessed with a dream. Overwhelmed by insanity when it is actually the only thing that keeps me sane. I wonder if anyone understands me. All this while i've been wondering why... why build up my hopes when you know you'll just crumble up my dreams in the end. why bother to trim the jigsaw piece until its so perfect, that u suddenly realise it doesn't even fit. why connect the dots to find out the answer when u know where it will eventually end. why buy a blunt knife, sharpen it and in the end, use it only to stab yourself. well then, probably you might feel the same way i do . and you might finally understand why i can never make you happy though i really wanted to try.its pointless to deny. you've lost. Coz today i found a blunt knife, stabbed myself where it didnt hurt and threw it away. I'm just as disposable to you as you are to me.