Sometimes..

Wait, most of the times, things just don't go the way you want them to be.

And you really wonder what have you done to deserve shit like this.

And the worst is when these things pile up.

And they just keep re-entering your thoughts every other time.

But all you do is bottle them all up, because no one actually understands the way you feel.

You put on this mask of a cheerful, happy-go-lucky human while deep inside, you continue to dwell with all the shit happening to you.

Soon there will be a time, a point, where you won't be able to take it any more, and you just feel like giving up on life.

And that is when you finally feel you have to let the world know your pain, your suffering.

And the urge to spill out all your problems will shoot up.

But no, you thought to yourself, as layers after layers of these feelings/problems unfold upon you.

You cannot afford to vent them out, because some things are better left unspoken.

Because some things will destroy the status quo.

Because some things will only complicate the already overcomplicated situation.

Because letting them out is a double-edged sword.

You will feel a lot better, but things will become worse.

So you sit in one corner, waiting for someone to make a move.

Waiting for one to open up first and finally say "FUCK THIS. WHAT'S HAPPENING"

While in the meantime, you continue leading this terrible life in the shadows of the day.