Pull it, Go on

The thing is, I don’t care. I don’t care whether or not its important to me or anyone, anymore.

I wish I can be that generous hearted you see, but I realised im not that strong. I mean what I say, I don’t mind and I don’t care, but a part of me is tired, very tired from all these. Tired of understanding, tired of waiting without certainty, tired of people who without guilt left others waiting.

They say no pain no gain, but really, is this even pain? Am I just a spoiled brat who doesn’t see through as it is? Its true, patience is similar to a very elastic rubber. Pulled it long enough to know its limit, but when you push through its limit it will break.

So pull mine to its limit, see how long I stand.