They say whatever doesn´t kill us will only make us stronger. Now, the only way I can console myself is that I am learning something new from these mistakes. So... they are not going to happen twice. There are lots of questions going around my head - questions I´m afraid of knowing the answers. Bloody hell, I don´t want them to be answered.

I think I should feel something, but yet... I don´t seem to feel anything. Staring at the window feels as entertaining as hanging around with my friends. At the moment nothing matters to me and nothing seems to be worth of fighting. No one I know can seem to help me now.

You gotta fight for me, oh yes you have to do,

´cos I´m too good for you.