everything is different. including me. whats left inside this shell is someone i can never understand. not now, not ever. whatever i can, i will. and HOPE is my key. i dont know how i can lessen this feeling inside. i dont know what i should force myself to do. because all i ever want right now at this moment, is to leave all the pressure behind. there're things i need from people, things i need from you. but ive realised through time that most of these expectations dont get fulfilled. or so i accept. but i promised i'll be cheerful(: and i promised i wont sulk, so be it half-full or half-empty, i'll remember my words, i'll be right in your eyes.