Maybe, just maybe, everything that's been haunting me is just a reminder that being able to live with myself is more important than happiness.

But then again, if I should be glad that I can live with myself.

And I guess the one thing I've learnt, there's really no point in pretending you're happy when there's this nagging feeling in you. And its not my problem if people can't accept that you need to deal with it your way to be able to live with it.

Right or wrong, does it matter? After all, people come and go, but the one person that will always stay to haunt you is yourself. Imagine, you not being able to live with yourself. Makes solitude seems so much more appealing.

But then again, I ain't alone. =)

Beckett was right. People are bloody ignorant apes.