"What is it?"
"My feelings. I'm dying inside out."
Hurts so bad. And I'm not talking it out to anyone. I will not talk it out. I won't and I will not. Sometimes, the option of giving up is so tempting. I'm just so tired already. Why. I ask. Stupid question. No ones telling me anything. Neither am I. Vice versa. And there's another thought that tells me, hang in there. It's just one and a half more years to go. Yeah. And at the corner of my room lies something I have not been using for quite some time. It's starting to become confusion again. Mm... Nothing much to blog... I don't feel like blogging... My mind is blank again. Aha...
Sometimes I feel like I should run away
again.
Or I just disappear...
I Don't Want Just Anyone's Hug.♥ 11:13 PM.