All these while.. i've grown and brought up believing that being happy will eventually lead a person into the life that they want to have. And the best way to be happy, is to be contented.

But then, i come across.. "i'm tired of being happy. "

Will one ever be? Apparently so. One who embraces sadness and is pressured by the heavy burdens of responsibilties; one facing seemingly unsurmountable problems... And it was i, who taught him to be optimistic. It was also i, who ran away from him due to undue selfishness. It was i, who sought the solace from peers and sleep when he needed me.. when i needed him.

This, is the deserving end..

The irony was, i probably saw it coming. Did i?

Lately there were a lot of things that i've kept away. One way or the other.. it would have happen.

Right now, it's all but too many shattered promises..

And now, the real reversion begins. Hello, blog.