this was written sometime in late 2018.
Life is unfair. Impossible in thought. What we think, how we feel is irrelevant to its growth. I’m hurt. I’m distorted. I don’t know where to look. My mind’s a mess of jumbled thoughts, how can I tell someone so. It’s weird, these feelings inside – they often come and go. But the sadness and emptiness lays beside every time I wish sleep a hello. Feelings of dismantle, feelings of despair; relationships are hard. Sometimes an unconscious burden but sometimes the only thing keeping us going. I feel sad and lost. Hardships are everywhere, no solution. I have to learn to be stronger. No crying ever. Yet I cry everyday. Why?