What do you do when what was supposed to pamper you poisons you?
What do you do when what was supposed to warm you withers you?
What do you do when what was supposed to heal you harms you?
What do you do when what was supposed to love you leaves you?

The opposite of love is not hate, but indifference. What's worse than indifference is thinking you were loved, but realising it's all a lie. That you were never worth loving.

The worst kind of loneliness is being surrounded by others, but not truly being able to tell the truth. For you are ashamed of it. Big time.

The fleeting kind of happiness that whooshes through you like the evening winds, it fills you up and gives you wings. All the sadness floods back when it leaves, but it's always nice to feel that nice cool breeze :)

So, what was supposed to warm me withered me, and snatched the wings off my back. Now I'm back to being a wingless butterfly, a mere worm, cooped under a leaf, afraid of the world once again. After countless mistakes, I'm sick of myself and very afraid. All I can do is to cautiously peer at the world, smile in euphoria when the exciting sights and sounds reach my humble abode, dream of the places I've never been to, and be content with what I have.