August 25, 2010

What do you do when the things you dread the most start happening in front of your very eyes? What do you do when, all in a flash, the hopes and dreams that you've been building right from the time you were able to think are washed away? When the rose-tinted glasses with which you viewed the world are shattered?

What do you do when the accumulated bitterness of several long years finally breaks the restraining forces of reason? When the truth gives you a slap in the face, forcing you to see things as they are, disbelieving the little voice in your head that eternally screams optimism?

What do you do when you're forced to hate they very people who've brought you up because of what they've put you through?


  1. I honestly wouldn't know.

  2. I would rebel. I think the best thing to do when all seems lost at someone else's hands would be take a stand against it as strongly as possible, not thinking of the outcome so as not to be too optimistic or otherwise.