I always wonder how much pain can 1 fill. It is like a tank where it will stop when it is filled or it is as vast as the galaxy where the word ''limit'' is unknown.

Everything although wasnt perfect in my life but I get around it. I hate it this time there wasnt anyway for me to get around it.

I find myself sitting in daze at times thinking about stuff I dont even know what until I snap out of it. Things will get better and I want it to get better before I go into a depression..