I've never ever felt like an useless bum before.

Maybe not.

Not up till today.

I can't even get a simple thing done.

I don't know why is it that it can't be the brouchers, tissue papers or receipts that disappear.

But that.

Why all but that.

Life's difficult and cruel.

I want to get out of this mess but all I do is get myself into another mess.

How I wished I knew what happened to the letter.

I wished I'd seen it if it fell out when you slipped it in.

I wished that I'd seen it if it fell out when we took out stuff.

But this would never happen.

Life pretty much sucks.

I can't even bear to hear your sms ringtone because it says "I will always love you, I will always stay true."

You can't even talk to me like the way we used to be.

You talk to me only because you wanted to know where's the letter.

I would rather be a goldfish in a glass bowl.
Swimming around in an enclosed area yet knowing that my future is secured.
Trapped but knowing that I'll be in good hands.