the price you pay for the things you do is so not worth it.I'm a total believer in the whole 'what goes around comes around' concept and am so sure I'll suffer some day.But that's not
something that bothers me as of now,I'd like to think am prepared and if not that,then at least aware of the consequences of what I do.But somehow that still hasn't stopped me from doing what I do.
I feel like this crude bitch sometimes,actually,most of the times.I do miss the fun sometimes and although it might look impossible now but we did have fun.Now it looks more like two random people staying in the same house.I feel no sympathy or anything to that effect but that doesn't stop from believing that I still care.I just can't show it any longer.And I do feel like putting an end to it.To stop things from getting this strange.But it somehow makes very little sense after a point of time.And as much as I detest it,it's not going to leave me or so it seems for a very long time.And both of us are responsible,I wouldn't blame it on any one of us.
I don't hope for things to go back to my paradise,cause there isn't one.
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