Frustration

One thing I know for sure, that is, you're as frustrated as I am.





















You never understood me. Why did I insist that things must be done in a certain way, why did I say something that hurt you, why did I treat you differently, why did I act like a childish kid who can hardly be satisfied... You never understood.




















Just like I never understood. Why? Why must the rainbow consist of 7 colours?













Now, I finally come to a conclusion myself. Because it's more beautiful that way. You don't ask to understand because by that way, you get to keep guessing. For me, the same. Life is more interesting with guesses, right?