All about myself.

Imagine when you come back home, it's the four walls that are staring at you.

Imagine all you could do was to fight abit harder just to love somebody more and show her that, even though you're in this far away land alone, you're still lively as can be. 

Then shit pours on you for an entire day ending with the person you love the most getting pissed off at you or the problem.

And not only that, you incur the wrath of another in the same bloodline and whatever excess that you have been paying to show your love to her, that you've never complained, wasn't even taken into account except the current problem.

And you've to clear the dirt whilst waiting for time to cleanse the fresh wound.

Every single arrow, is pointing at you.

And your loved one tells you that you always think for yourself when your initial goal and action is not for yourself.

Tell me how should I feel.