Words Among Tears - 1

It's not crying, for me smiling is more painful.
When I smile cheerfully, yet I actually feel empty inside, broken and sad.

In the presence of love, I fell helpless, scared. 
Whenever I realize the faintest spark of love that starts to grow, I'm terrified. 
Why don't I?
For everytime I succumb to it, I was always the one that's crushed in the end, left behind and being forget about.

The absence of love keeps cutting fresh wounds to an already bruised and battered heart.  
Dreaming... hallucinating... is the best I can do.

I let my imagination gets the best of me, just to run away from all my pain. To blurred my vision of the reality, to obscure the sad truth about my life.

I can survive until this day... but forever's a time too long to go through pound and broken like this....



That is the last page ever written in Triste's diary.  Today, 5 years from the date written above the page, the woman's whereabouts is still a mystery. Not a soul know what had happened to her, where she's gone to or what she meant by the sad words blotched with tears.

For you to know who this woman I'm talking about, you need to take a look from the beginning of her diary pages.