They say, inspiration can strike you from many things. It can be a moment, it can be a place or it can be a random object. I haven't been writing in a while; it was the only way I found solace in my self. But let's just say I've been too happy to look for comfort the past few months, or just too busy in the monotony of life without the time to think. But if you look closer, I haven't had the time to feel the pain, the agony, that is the source of my inspiration to scribble down. Until today.

You know how it feels when a wooden stake pierces through your heart? When you feel pieces of you ground to the dust? That- that is how you can describe how I am feeling at the moment. Little lost, but then somehow I was looking to come here. Love was never as easy as A B C: love is probably the most difficult 'task' I've ever come across. This time it was love, or so I thought. We fought like crazy but at least we got back together the next day, a break up lasted a few hours. But this time, this time it's different. Girls always think we can change boys, but honestly, it's never realistic. It's the most unrealistic imagination of ours. And trust me on that  one, tried that and found myself broken like a glass thrown against a wall. And that boy you gave your heart to, doesn't care about putting it back together. He has too much of an ego, you know. And refuses to get rid of that. So that day when it's between his ego and you, the former is too dear for him to part with. Would you share, forget 1.5 years of your life, your bed with him? I don't think so you would, especially if you're smart. But I was dumb. I did both. And now a part of me is with him, somewhere. Emotionally, he'll be tattooed onto my skin and that's how difficult it is to let go of him..despite of being treated like trash. Yeah, trash. Trash, you won't take back into your house once you've thrown it away. The same person who asked you not to leave him.