Curiosity killed the cat

I am dead. A slow death. It was suicide I would say. Little by little I let it kill me. It is like a sweet poison, an addiction. But I had to do it. I had a choice - to live like a fool or die drinking the poison of the past. I dont think in a million lives I would have chosen the former. Thats just who I am.
Whoever came up with 'Ignorance is bliss!' was a genius.

Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder....

so true.. 
and i also think...

no .. i know.. 

that there is at least one person on the face of this earth..

who thinks you are Beautiful

Better late than never

Things always hit me late. Sarcasm, cruelty, rudeness, hatred, disrespect.. I can never comprehend these right when they strike me. I come off as someone who cares less. Maybe I do, at that moment.. Its tough for me to comprehend someone's 'wrong' against me when I mean none to them.
And then it hits me like a stone pelted at my face... only a few days later. And it probably hurts more then because I am helpless. Someone, in the process, has completely misunderstood me, has no clue about my restlessness and above all doesnt know the truth. I have lost that moment and can only wish now that I get a second chance, to speak up, to fight. But that never happens.
Instead I am entangled in a web of my own anger, frustration and sadness which keeps me feeling low and lonely for a long time.
I guess the right thing to do is to bring it up myself and speak my heart out. After all its better late than never. Hmm...which reminds me of another idiom - 'Easier said than done'!