Hmn let's see.
How shall we start?

By the way, take note that this is not Me blogging, its just another random thing.
Understand? No? Good.
Just remember, I'm merely borrowing an identity. I won't copy it.

Many things have happened since the start of last year.
Too many, in fact.
Things that brought about joy, laughter, love and tears, anger, hate, resentment.
But let us concentrate on this year, shall we?
Because we should not dwell in the past but should treasure the present and learn how to embrace the future.

Wise old words that said, "You have to let go, in order to move on."
And yet, we all held on instead.
Holding on seemed to be the worst decision that we've ever made.
Now, but not forever.
Maybe it'll turn out well.
But we need to assess the situation.

Life is never perfect.
There'll be ups and downs, but I'm sure we'll all take them in our stride.
There will be a breaking point, oh yes.
But we will still hold on.
We will ALWAYS hold on because we are too afraid to let go.
Somehow, everything will turn out fine.
It will ALWAYS turn out fine.
Always; its destiny that things should turn out the way they were predicted to.
We can't change that, can't we?

Do you believe that a leopard never changes its spots?
As I've mentioned earlier, I'm only borrowing an identity, a character.

Harshness and honesty.
An odd combination, I'd say.
Hmn, well actually, I think we kinda got immune it.
They said all the hurtful words that could be said.
Drawing blood from the first wound they sliced opened.
Letting it heal over time, an extremely short period of time.
Before they cut it open again, and again, and again.
And the blood never stopped flowing.
It never stopped since last year.
A few weak attempts were made to let the blood clot, but all seemed to be futile.
Are you trying?
Guess not.
Well then, I think we deserved it for not making the effort to.
To what?
Trying?
Perhaps.

And thus, we have to ask ourselves.
Why is it that we do not feel?
Why did we turn into such cold-blooded, unfeeling creatures?
We couldn't understand, couldn't comprehend, it didn't make any sense.
Stop.
Think.
Breathe.

We should put ourselves in their shoes, and they should do the same too.
We have to learn how to accept and face the truth instead of hiding and ignoring the blatant fact.
It's just right there, staring at us in the face.
But we chose to be blind.
Ignorance is bliss, I must say.
Pretence. Perhaps the favourite mask to wear when unwilling to confront the guilt and the guilty.
The wearer knows, the encountered knows, the seeing knows.
And the feeling is horrible.
You open your mouth but nothing comes out.
It is a silent truth that is being shouted from the topmost point of the world.
While the rest lives, suffering in agony.
Reassuring themselves with lies, thinking that all will turn out fine; as per normal.
Not having the courage to voice out.
I don't think it'll be a bad thing to express your opinions.
It will be harmless altogether.

Weary, but still hopeful.
Now still hanging on by that thin thread.
Willing it to break for the pain to end, but at the same time praying that it will be strong enough to hold us all.
Suffocating, breathless.
But still hopeful.

It will end soon, I guess.
But how long more?
I guess we'll all be indifferent to the outcome.
Is remorse necessary?

We are very tired. Very, very tired.
We want to fall into a long, deep sleep.
Perhaps never to wake up.
Many times we wanted to give up.
Nobody seemed to care.
Oh yes, it was tempting.
But we can't, because it is not time yet.
And time is running out, my dearest friends.

Hmn, how shall we end?
By apologising?
We shouldn't take all the credit, should we?
No, certainly not.
I request for a 50-50.
I guess we'll just take a back seat and see how the ending goes.
Remember, I am only borrowing this identity, and probably to never have to use it again.

When darkness turns to light,
It Ends Tonight.
It Ends Tonight.

Goodbye.