When is too much, too much?

Sometimes the toughest question to answer is the question that we already know the answer. Sometimes it's better off to be stagnant and to be ignorant of what's happening. But at the end of the day, we all know that the mask that we've used to hide things will still burn out and eventually we'd still end up getting hurt. That sucks right?

You know what sucks more? It's the fact that love (take note, it's the first time I'd be using this word in my blog) sometimes isn't a two way road. Sometimes, it's like handing out your hand to somebody but to your surprise, the only thing your hand will touch is bare, cold air. And you know what's the suckiest part of it? It's the fact that for sometime it will make you believe that some things can actually happen, but at the end of the day, you'd realize that make believe is the most painful deceit of them all.

So here comes my question, When is too much, too much? When is pushing hard, too hard? and when one aspect screams enough, are we good enough to hear it?

So much for blog hopping. Just when you thought everything's going to be ok...

Take my photo off the wall if it just won't sing for you
'Cause all that's left has gone away and there's nothing there for you to do

Currently listening to: Jet's Look what you've done

Note: This is just another one of them anti-rust blog entry. Comments? Sure, Fire away