Twenty-seven almost, i would never guess that life would turn this way.
I missed writing, about life.
Dear you, if you were to know this exact part of me would you care to read it? Day by day, i always almost forgot who i was, what i used to do, what i like and well so forth.
Life is messy but i’d say there are a lot of things i should and am grateful for. The problem is my heart and my mind. I don’t know how to cure it. And i don’t know if it was because the sake of this relationship that i have turn this way. I am tired of trying. Every words written in my journal screams of suffering. It hurts. But really what can i do about it? Probably a lot of things.
People around me said that, i shouldn’t think too much of bad things. These thoughts are parasitic and it isnt true. Really? What if it is? What come of me if these thoughts are in fact proven to be true?
But really nothing i can do about it.