It truly sucks being clueless. What exactly am I supposed to do. I am not sure about other people, but for me, when I see people cry (especially people I love), I start crying too. Why must I act the way I act and say the things I say. Love is a huge understatement, but to some people it is just misused word. Bitterness and lack of trust haunts me. There are times that I say to myself that I have good reasons to be bitter or to not trust someone, but are those reasons good enough? Good enough for me maybe, but it depends on the perspective. It is not fun not knowing what to do. There are some days where I think I really know what to do, but then not too long after I think that I know something, something changes.
Hiding the truth is like losing something; eventually someone is going to find it.
