choices.

Sometimes I ask myself this questions.

"Why did I make this choice."
"Why did I try so hard, work so hard, think so hard only to get dumped with this kinda crap."
"Why did I bother in the first place?"
"Is there something more to this?"

And sometimes I wanna ask those certain individuals this questions.

"What makes you think you can call me 'narrow minded' if you don't even know who I am. What if it was your child in that position,ever thought about that,woman?"

I'm just plain sick sometimes of the place I chose to be in. But I guess, im the one to blame for that. But well,nothing new isnt it? Because somehow,someway, I always seem to be making bad choices than good ones.