I fought a long battle for about a month. All the while, I thought that I've been on the winning track. But not until this week then I realize I was wrong. I was losing the battle so badly. Worst then I even imagined. Upon realizing that I'm losing the battle, it was already too late to fight further more.
Now that I've lost the battle, it's killing me from within. I wake up in the midst of my sleep due to some nightmare. I treat certain people coldly, like ice. I have one hell of attitude to protect myself. I've become very very defensive and sensitive. With all this in me, it's like I've lost the real me. I dislike this feeling. I dislike not being able to feel warm and love. I dislike not being as cheerful and bubbly as usual. I dislike not being able to love openly.
What have I done to deserve this, I asked myself. I guess this is just the game of life.
You once hurt someone and now someone else will come and tear your world apart.