I think I am the world's most cowardly coward, and I hate myself for it.

I always always end up running away from truths and people, locking myself in, hiding in a world of my own, wishing that *poof! everything would be fine after a while. But noooo it doesn't work that way...

I believed in fate, and thought that that was what I hoped for: I'm in the right place at the right time, but suddenly I realized that I've changed my mind. And No, this is not what I want anymore, it's probably not meant to be.

So I end up being left in the middle of nowhere, waiting for a miracle which I know is never going to happen, until I figure out what my heart is telling me...