It's been a really long evening.

I guess I've done the wrong thing again, or have i?

I guess it's too late to realise that I've no one to turn to-again.

No one to trust.

And I'm back to pouring me out to some stupid screen that will not tell me what i should do.

Was fergie so right in singing that fairytales don't always have a happy ending?

Or is it simply just the infamous and unforgiving reality setting in?

No doubt at times I'm so tempted to say forget we ever happened, it's just this time I've fallen crazily in love- like never before.

I cannot not have you.

Screw my life, i do wanna trust you.

Is it really so important that everyone has a say in my life?

I'm not celebrity.