Pity… the fool…

A sorrow of another’s good- Aquinas.

Now you must understand that I do not write this article to place myself in the limelight by no means, but rather to give you a internal thought that I have to release.

Same as before, I’m explaining nothing.

I hate myself! I’m so disappointed with myself. Not because of my imperfections which is kind of irrational. But because of my nastiest blot that really really pissed me off.

Waiting for a love that will never come.

Written whilst I was feeling a bit melodramatic about my persistent cabin fever and seasonal affective disorder.

A feeling of suffocation.

A poem of encouragement.

About letting go of love.