These unpleasantness I suffered..you may not even understand.

Who wouldn't frown when one's anguishing wound is being touched again and again? Even if it's cured, the scar is a remembrance itself. I have to lick my bitter wound my own. I didn't even ask for those filthy reminiscences. It just hits me without giving a warning. I can only helplessly letting those nasty tides flood over my mind, wave my feelings vigorously, and consistently mourn inside my heart.

Is it so hard to hope for a reliable one? I just don't know how to nourish these torments in abbreviate time. This perfectness has been torn apart and fated it wouldn't be the same. All these times I keep blaming..why does it have to be torn, but what have been done couldn't be undone. I still need time to put on more courage and trust to defeat the fears and uncertainties.   

Oh great, hormone. You conquered my emotions again.