picture from 500days of summer.

my thoughts are glued in my brain, haunting me wherever i go, whenever i want to just pull it off.

that picture above really got me. and i realized how stupid i am to be a person that believe in complete and utter bullshit,

yes, my own thoughts.

people fancy fairytales, so do i. who doesnt want a happy end?

but knowing that a happy ending is so once upon a time, knock me off for another time.

and everythoughts i believe in melt away. everythoughts i believe in are complete and utter bullshit. everythoughts i believe in are just thoughts. are surreal.

i feel helplessly being fooled by my own thoughts, which i create to filled in the emptiness i have in every inch of my brain, every corner of my heart. the thoughts that, for me, are too far to be turned out as a real deal. and again, let my thoughts to still be thoughts. nothing more.