And somehow I got caught up in between.
Between my pride and my promise.
Between my lies and how the truth gets in the way.
The things I wanna say to you get lost before they come.
The only thing that's worse than one is none.

Grah. I can't decide between angry or upset or frustrated. Left shooting earlier than planned because I couldn't stop crying. And I don't mean to it just comes zzz.

Sigh. Sometimes I just don't understand. Telling lies gets you scolding and sins and all. Telling the truth gets you nowhere. This is what I get? Boy that sure doesn't deter me. I will be a better parent next time.

If this argument was judged debate style, I would have won. Countered opp's points and prop's still stands. Ohwell who says life is fair.

Seriously if you still think I'm the same as before then I really don't know what to say. I'm not so dense and senseless not to know better. And a fallacious argument. Just because some occurrences result in a certain conclusion, doesn't mean all occurrences including future occurrences would end the same way. I'm sick of lying. I'm sick of falling in love. I'm not even trying to make people fall for me so please.

Not everyone before was bad. Not everyone before was good either. I could list the bad stuff down but I'd rather not because it makes me sick and uncomfortable. Even the thought of it. I guess that's what you call "memories".

Point is. I want to start over. Everything. Minus that. After all my mistakes and I learn nothing? Well guess what. I learnt that lying gets you nowhere, or somewhere, with guilt and sins. Telling the truth gets you nowhere, but you feel good. Therefore, I shall tell the truth.

Gotta leave this life and all the foolish pain.