i got to know this guy online yesterday, and we talked for three hours. the conversations are fluid and smooth, and there were alot of things that he shared. it's amazing how anonymity breeds familiarity. and, how sometimes it's these strangers that you tend to divulge every dark secret that you have. he was recounting his life story, while sobbing uncontrollably. i told him that it's okay to cry, real men do cry and that's perfectly normal. i urged him to let things go, to stop controlling things beyond his power and rein. i felt sad for him. he asked me why am i trying so hard to motivate him to press on and continue living. i said i don't know. but now, when i think about it, i realise that the only reason was because, i've been there myself. i know how it feels to be so suppressed with your ideals and expectations. and i understand how stifling it feels. it's as though you are choked up by a tight rope on your neck, and the force just gets tighter each time. you can't scream nor shout, and you're the only one in this abyss. but ironically, you're the one who has been repeatedly digging this hole out of your own accord. i saw myself in him, and i really want to pull him away before it gets worst

oh God, please help us