There it is.The consciousness that struggles in the midst of restless body, cluttered with pain from not even a romantic fuss. Anyone except my mom cannot say anything about how i deal with people for all who comes to me is always asking help. Like what right have you got to even mock and bicker about my wrongdoings when you simply depend on me? Lost souls who even have the courage to flash your soaring ego before me. Always remember that famous passe quote, NEVER EVER BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS YOU. For in the end, it may also happen to you. Then regret is useless for the time the person was hurt passed and gone.