I’m in the midst of thinking if I’m really happy and what really makes me happy. I DON’T KNOW, I really don’t know. I keep imagining things that can makes me happy, but in the end it didn’t satisfies me.
I jailed myself, and my needs to be alone is getting uncontrollable. I don’t want to mingle with anyone. Once the day started, all i can think of, is how it will end fast. I keep thinking that it will be worth it, but God’s know how I just keep holding my faith to Him. My thin piece of hope is vanishing as the time goes by, and i don’t have any idea how to work on it.
I’m living but not really existing. My soul is nowhere to be found, and all I have now is my own prayers that soon it will be ok. I’m too damn afraid of what i’m feeling. It’s too much for me to handle… especially coz i don’t know the reason behind it. I’m so lost and desperate to know the answers.
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Writing has been my passion for almost 15 years. Last 2020, I made my very own website where I can share all of my thoughts and stories in life.