I don't know why. There was once when someone told me she'll cherish me. I felt so ignored by the treatment and attitude. I hate it. I hate the insecurities. Why must things be told then it'll be done? I suppose many things come by so naturally? Comparing to the past it's so different! Let's see what happens when I am not going to do anything about it anymore! Go, stray! Damn! No liars this time.