I have come to realise that cakes taste best when made with love. Perhaps I should have come to terms with this thought long ago, instead of trying to hiding away from it. Perhaps I should have admitted that I had this thought in me, instead of trying to deceive myself. Perhaps I should have long forget about things which aren't going to work out, instead of holding on desperately. Perhaps I should have done the things essential for me to get my life back on track, instead of stopping and praying that everything was just a dream. The black and white of my life seems so harsh, but the greys are just too confusing for me. Sometimes I just wish I know the answers. Sometimes I just wish I'm dumber. Sometimes I just wish to have lots of people by my side. Sometimes I just wish I can talk. Sometimes I just wish I can be free. Sometimes I just wish I can stay nice and good. Sometimes I just wish I can understand things better. Sometimes I just wish I can gotten to know people better. Sometimes I just wish I can make people tell me whatever is bothering them. Making people open up make me feel like I'm taken for granted. But, not making them open up make me feel like I'm useless. I'm definitely a failure, or am I not?

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