i wonder..

I wonder..

Is it more painful to know that something bad is awaiting you behind that closed door, or spend a lifetime wondering what to expect?

Is it more torturous to be surrounded by people you loath or be the lone being alive?

Is it worse to know when you're going to die or await and dread that very day, not knowing when it will be?

Is it better to know all the thoughts of people around you, good and bad, or rather not know them, but wonder everyday what people think of you?

Is it better to lash out and express your anger and risk quarreling, or bottling your emotions up and swallowing them in?

Is it more painful to love and be hurt, scarred for life, or never finding true love and living happily?

Is it easier to be pretty but hated or ugly but not drawing envy from others?

Is it enough to just be me, or be the person everyone wants me to be?

Just some random thoughts and unanswered questions..