I don't understand why most of you reblogged my ~*noodz*~.

I don’t understand why most of you reblogged my ~noodz~.

Just when you finally let go of everything— of every single thing that hurt you in the past, there’s always some shite that comes running to your direction— halting you, slowing down your moving forward, wanting you to turn around again— to see the motherfucking view you just decided to forget about— and making you feel some feelings you don’t deserve to feel. And before you even know it, you’re back where you started again… trapped in the suffocating room of darkness and pain.

“Congratulations”, you say. “Congratulations”, you say it again. “Congratulations,” you say it over and over again.

Congratulations for what? For effortlessly succeeding in torturing you yet again. But congratulations to who? You’ve got no idea.

I don’t understand why most of you reblogged my ~*noodz*~.

I don’t understand why most of you reblogged my ~noodz~.