everytime when i had carefully straightened out one aspect of my life, another part screws up. how easy it would be if i could piece them up all at one time.
you know, i am tired of trying to make things right, trying to perfect this and that.
i am tired of being afraid.
i am tired of making mistakes.
i am tired of making the same mistakes all over and over again.
i am tired of being upset and seeing you upset.
i am tired of thinking of that thing too much.
i am tired of hearing you telling me what to do.
i am tired of choosing my words carefully so as not to hurt you.
i am tired of fighting and crying.
i am tired of hearing them fight and not talking to each other.
i am tired of you pointing out my imperfections.
i am tired of myself being conscious of my imperfections.
i am tired of hurting you.
at this point of time, if there is no you, i might as well be alone.
but even you,
even you are tired of me.