Today i made the same mistake again. After all this time, I couldn’t mix up. I just couldn’t. I knew I was wrong. I still know I am wrong. But I don’t know how to rectify all my errors. All those people I’ve hurt. And then I pretend like I’m the one being hurt in all this. But I know the truth, you know the truth. Being surrounded by all these people, some are there for me, some aren’t, I just wish you were a human, speaking, holding hands, giving me advices, taking my hand and leading me out of this blackhole. But the hard truth is that you’re just a diary, a medium for me to put all my frustrations into you and knowing that if you would be a human, you would tear those pages up, and reveal my secrets. Deep down I know you are better being a diary, and I am happy, because being a diary is better than being a human.