I always looked for my own benefit.
You can say that I was selfish.
Never thought about others.
Never thought that doing this can hurt them.
Never thought about them.
And when it was really late,realisation kicked me like everytime.
But this time,it kicked me real hard.
And when I cried,I wrote,I wrote and wrote.
I tried to put all the guilt and the pain into the paper,but still it remained inside me like a cold stormy weather trying to escape,but having no place to run,it just kept whirling inside,never escaped,never stopped.