Cynical. Skepticism. Jaded. I don't like being this way, but I can't help it. None of them meant anything they said. Not to me. Not to my broken-hearted friends. When they chose to leave, nothing stopped them. They didn't look back.

Empty promises. Broken dreams. Shattered hearts. And if i'm not careful, i'll just end up another pathetic victim of one's careless whispers & temporary infatuations.Well, I have just ended my time watching American Idol. It's midnight now. So it about time for me to get to bed. The morrow will be another ranting day for me. Yeas, I am totally sick of it now.

Peace and blessing,