I used to like deep conversations. I've always thought that it was a blessing to have conversations until 3am because they made me feel free from the burden that I was usually carrying. But I was wrong. Heart-to-heart talks only reinforces the illusion that the person you're talking to will always be there for you. They let you share private and intimate details about your lives with others, and this allows others take a piece of your life away. They may have understood you more, but you've also given them another way to hurt you. They may be friends of today and become enemies of tomorrow. Who knows what tomorrow may bring? The tables may even turn at the end of the day, granting you greater misery instead. There's no point in sharing much anymore, because you may be the one filled with disappointment in the end.

Even mountains will shake, and giants will fall. Anything that can happen, will happen. I'm not going to allow anymore people from getting to know me better, because I've faced too much disappointment from doing so in the past. There's no point in telling your friends about your hopes and thoughts especially when they refer to the people around them. I've trusted, and learnt, and then lost. I'm not going to repeat the same mistake twice. There's nothing called true friendship with others, when the only one that you can trust ultimately is still yourself.

Give me small talk, and I'll talk. But if the conversations get a little bit personal, I may be gone long before you even realize. I have to become more independent, so that I can refrain myself from being disappointed once more and protect the little pieces of me.