The Book of Lies
In the book of lies, I shall compile every single lie they've ever told. But it's so funny, we complain about the most honest men and tell them off for being too insensitive and for speaking their minds.

For all I know, the one whom I didn't trust back then might just have been the one whom I should've trusted. The one I trusted the most betrayed my trust long ago, although he claims to love me too much to let me go now. Thing is, would you rather be in the know if the person you trusted with all your heart and soul cannot be trusted? Or is it better to be the one whom he/she is cheating with and get treated like an object?

I keep saying that there is no THE ONE, and that I do not believe in soulmates. But maybe deep down inside, I actually do believe in that crap. Maybe I'm better off being alone, and having an upper hand of the game that I now know so well. After all, what is each and everyone of us humans but a sex object, that rots into nothingness after death?

"Oh my baby you're so special. How can you doubt what I say?"

Oh baby, you're so special too. You're easily replaceable like no other though.

I think now I know why you couldn't take living in this world any longer.