10.30.2011

5:09AM

Most of the times I sit in silence, half-hoping that my thoughts don't devour me alive. The other half of me have long given up hopes. What my mind is capable of conjuring scares me to my wits. Amidst a happy conversation where everyone is joyful and laughing I find myself grappling with my darkest of thoughts and before I know it, words laced with pessimism are spurted out of my mouth. I just can't help myself.