im sick.

the excessive wanting.

the excessive needing.

the excessive amount of soul and energy given away,

but having none received and recognized.

in fear.

not of losing.

not of winning.

it was never about winning or losing,

but whether its right or wrong.

im tired.

not of you.

not of us.

but of the thoughts running in my brain,

thoughts that's brought both heaven and hell.

when will we learn to love right?

sometimes i just doubt myself if i should really give all,

in case i'll someday fall.

but anything short of all is short of what one deserves.

but since when have i ever received what i deserved?

( ps : remember "this i promise you" )

I love you baby, max max max.