Bitter heart.

Ever wondered why bitterness can ever come to us? Locked up in our hearts, then poisoning our minds the effecting our characters and behaviours? Bitterness can be eye-openers to some, a reality check, the hard way to see the truth.

Well being bitter is not my nature. Honestly, I'm no fan of bitterness. But somehow, there are times when I couldn't help but being bitter, for a change. It's not something that I want, too. It's automatic. Very automatic. Maybe even too automatic. I don't like this. It's not me, you know? It's like I'm someone else.

Yes, I can feel that I'm changing. I don't know if this is temporary or not. I hope it's not.

I don't feel like talking. Heck, I don't feel like going around meeting people. Or socialize. Or whatsoever. I feel like shutting myself up in my room. Or even better, shutting myself in my own room. At home. My lovely home that I miss so much.

Maybe what someone told me was true after all. About being a loner when arrived here. I'm scared that I'll become one. That would be terrible.

I'm also scared that this is the peak of the worst moment in my life. Where everything is in shambles. Where everything suck. Where everything just doesn't seem right. Where in the end, I just can't help but hating myself.

And that's where bitterness started coming to get me. Hope this would end soon.