The problem is realisation. Realising what you've done wrong all your life and suddenly everything starts making sense. Every look, every word, every no and every yes. Everything. And all it does is make things difficult. Difficult for you to cope with your conscience that keeps reminding you that YOU were wrong. And then everything you ever did and didn't do and everything you ever said and didn't say comes back at you. Catching up with you in every step you take. You keep realising the different aspects, even why you're in a particular situation. Why you're rich, why you're poor, why you're fat and why you're a freaking loner. You even realise that human beings are fragile, our brains are decieving and all the broken hearts in love songs are just broken expectations that love is endless. And that all of us here need something to hold on to and something to blindly believe in. Everyone needs some body in love, and you wish you were someones love. Ego clahes, tears fall and you say things that you wouldn't have ever said. And, honey, that's life. An endless cycle of pain catching up with you the minute you learn to smile. Hating yourself even when you learnt to love. And this is your life, my love, this is LIFE.
