Each day... Is excruciating painful. I am waiting for the day, when I haf finally muster my courage. To put a full stop to this. Staring quiescently at the window, admiring the beauty of the greens, enjoying the breeze which is unfettered with cares, brings abit of comfort to my anguish, witnessing how beautiful the world is. And then I looked at myself, and see wat a blemish I am to the beautiful world.