Saturday, May 25

pre-explosion.


It was needed, to write something.
Maybe it is to show I do still feel, or to help myself to try to feel more.
I just need to do something that will calm me.

Honestly, I don't know what is wrong with me. There was one time, I thought I am a better version of me. Everything seems so right.
But, I suppose. it was just an illusion.

I kept quiet cause I don't know what is right to say. But please don't take advantage of that.