Deeds

You know how sometimes we can get so caught up with protecting ourselves... that we would do whatever it takes to make sure that we don't get hurt?

We don't realise that we might end up hurting the other person in the process.

And quite blatantly, I'd rather be the one getting hurt than the one hurting. Because I think I've inflicted enough pain on others (especially my parents) to do it on anybody else.

And I won't want to love unless I'm certain that I won't be doing anything I need to say "I'm sorry" for.

/edit (July 15th, 10:05 am)

I feel like my mind and heart may never settle down, to be honest. I want something different every single day and who would be crazy enough to want to put up with that? So I stay silent and try to appear normal. That oughta work.