Just recently, I was wondering if I existed in the world. I wondered since when did I got sick of being behind the scenes. I wondered when was the last time I cried in front of someone. I wondered since when I have the ability to block tears from flowing. I got sick of having my efforts in the fog. I got sick of not hearing thanks. I got sick of people taking away my thanks. I got sick of being at the back. I got sick of the world. I got sick of time.I got sick of doing. And after being sick of so many things, I realised I was a bit "mentally sick".Since when have I started to wear masks? Since when have my words became daggers? Since when have I learnt to glare? Since when have I learnt to hate? Since when have I became lonely? Since when did I have such thoughts? I don't know since when. Just since when have I become the villain? It would be so much better if people would leave me alone. You can't feel lonely without anyone around. I am fine alone. I am fine with people hating me. But I hate people blocking me. You would probably say I am selfish, heartless and what not. I don't really care. I don't want to hide anymore. I want to brave and say what I wanna say. But what is this fear that shrouds it. The fear of knowing the response, just smudged that will of saying. Just when can I start saying what's exactly on my mind without any contradiction?

♪"There is nothing you should give up on, just because you lost your way" ~ Bang Yongguk♪