That little devil of me...
I believe I have been visiting by the devil recently and he did some test on me, on my birthday. And I did fail, for a moment. I let my emotion took over me and then fear blinded me. I am a burnt child who still afraid of fire no matter how long it passed. That fear still haunts me, in my sleep or even when I wide awake. The fear of deception, the fear of loneliness, the fear of being unwanted, the fear of not being loved... I saw a family was broken in pieces by liar and a thousand of broken promises. I then believe all men is the same. Until I found love, a guy whom I trusted that would never let me down. Another thousand promises I got, a million disappointment I received instead. I start to wonder if it was me... Today when I am recovering, the same devil are knocking on my door again. Can I still trust men? Why should I let them let me down again? That same nasty devil just don't like to see me happy. And he loves to see me suffer when I was in the most vulnerable time. He won...