Highway to Hell

I wanna rant. I wanna let it all out, but nowhere is safe anymore.

Once bitten, twice shy. 

Sometimes, after being so silly to trust someone, and in the end, to realize that the person's been judging you all along. Maybe the person is not, maybe it's just me being paranoid and inferior.Maybe it's me who thinks the whole world is against me, but it's not. But maybe I'm right.

Sometimes, there are somethings I'd rather not know, to get hurt. Sometimes, I'd rather not hope to get disappointed. 

I trust you, but do you? 

Sometimes I hope, we can just tear away the pages of our life story. Starting afresh is impossible, because there's always a previous chapter, a previous page. 

Whatever I said doesn't make any sense.