it is the effect, result, or outcome of something occurring earlier, dictionary told me.

a price i have to pay, i told myself.

wasting gazillions of seconds i had resulting some kind of never-ending exhaustion in the last seconds i have. and like (never-ending) exhaustion is not enough, frustration followed. i can’t be any happier than i am right now, can i?

exhaustion, frustration, depression, and any other words i could list to describe what i feel is the consequence here. yes, right here and now. what’s even more pathetic is that i can’t complain for i have things i should do, i should finished.

this price i do have to pay because the clock is ticking, chasing after me. i should ran faster than any speed i have reached earlier. before i got caught. and, boom. the only thing i could do is feeling sorry about myself.

if this is the price i have to pay, then how much i have to pay to turn back the time so i will not waste it?

people change. feelings change. it doesn’t mean that the love once shared wasn’t true and real. it simply just means that sometimes when people grow, they grow apart.

(500) Days of Summer movie

if there’s nothing left to lose
then what is this feeling that keeps on bringing me back to you?
when you’re closing your eyes cause you don’t wanna love me
you can’t push me too far
there’s no space in my heart where i don’t wanna love you

Ryan Atwood: How can you joke about it?
Theresa Diaz: Because I'm tired of crying.