A post without picture

It has been a long long time since I last blogged about my heart feelings.
Everytime its about outing, food, outing, movie, outing.... and the list goes on.
Aren't you bored of reading these? I am.
Or do you feel even sick of reading a post full with words.
Without any bolded or colourful alphabets laying all over your monitor. (exactly like the one u're reading right now)
I chose not to neglect my blog even though there is no outing, no birthday celebration.
I'm hiding myself at home, hoping the less polluted environment would cure my acnes.
I know it would cure by itself. Like my swollen eye.
Hey wait, maybe my swollen eye is one of the side effect of using the horrid mask which I couldn't recall its brand anymore.

Enough grumbling over my face problem.

There is someone in my life, who lives in a totally different world from me.
It's not an easy task to allow two parallel lines encounter.
I was suffering from it. But now I'm getting used to it.
And starting to feel sick of it.
It seems to be an open and shut case.
There's no one is hindering me from escaping.
Soft-hearted is the reason.
Whenever he asked, I would stay.
Calling off the determination I've been telling myself all the way.
I am so useless.
I am the reason of all the suffering.
Being reluctant of letting go.
Is there love between us?
None of us would be able to answer this question because we refuse to make promises to each other.
What an anguish.