Bumper

Another bumper.. One after another. In some point I just wished the boat got flipped over finally and I can drown. Everytime I thought we are heading closer to the shore, we hit another bumper, and a lot of time, I am responsible for making the bumper we hit.

Unworthy of Love

I always knew if I wanted love, I would get it. But, I would never believe it either.

Never believe I am worthy to be love, or the love was worthy to put an efforts in.

Constantly doubting, questioning even the most unrealistic questions, picturing unrealistic scenarios.

I want to know, is this a Psychology problem?

I need to learn from my cat, who, in all time, so gentle and caring, even he would never truly understand the world around him. He loves, he cares. I will look at him everyday, and in my own sick minds, wondering, : Mr Prince, how could you still love me?