Sometimes, I wonder why I always seek for the pain that comes along with knowledge. Like when I read a really long, boring book... in the end, even if it's one tiny fact, I actually have the pleasure to learn something new.

And sometimes, with emotions it feels as if when I hurt, I'll always have the reason to fight more for it because it's worth it in the end. Or so I hope.

It's funny how everything conspires against me now.

The people I love as friends fall for me. And the guy I want to fall for me just won't.