I always find it funny whenever I hear a person say "Are you tired of living?" when they are scolding someone. To me, 'living' was to eat drink and be merry. Was. I can totally relate to the phrase now. I am so tired of living. I am not unhappy with my job or life, just tired. It is a state of mind that transcends beyond physical fatigue.

There are times whereby I sit down and try to figure out the value in certain words, actions and behaviour, only to find out in disappointment that there was none. Sometimes people say things to you full of sincerity but the words weigh less than a milligram. Sometimes people hug and kiss you, but they do it mechanically. Sometimes people get really close to you, but their minds are a thousand miles away. I think it is very hard it is to find someone who is sincere and true to you. After all that had happened, perhaps no one is worthy of my trust, or perhaps I am not worthy for anyone to be true to.

Life is like a labyrinth now. Sometimes, in my attempt to be really strong, I crumble into little fragments like cookies. It is so tiring to be accountable to someone else for your own life, more so for people you care and people who care about you. Towards them, there are many expectations to be met. It is equally draining to be self-centered. At the end of the day, it leaves you nowhere to go.

At the crossroad where there are many paths ahead for me to choose, I feel like breaking my leg and just lie there.

It is funny how people think that I am facing issues with life every time I blog my style. Quoting Nano, 'Thinking or reflecting doesn't mean I have problems...' and adding on to it, '... it means others who commented that do'. There you go, you have offended a million people who read your blog and think that way.

*evil laughter*.

So be it.