"Nobody notice when we leave,
I mean, the moments when we truly choose to go.
at best, you might feel a whisper.
or the wave of a whisper undulating down."

I hate looking at myself and realizing that i dont like what i see. I hate looking back at things i did and wondering why i was like that. Everyday there's something wrong. Just one trivial thing that can make me unhappy for just a moment. Its like its not even possible to have a day without one bad feeling.