Do you ever just stop.
Stop reading.
Stop focusing.
Stop doing whatever you're doing.
Leave class, in the middle of it all, to just breathe.
Do you ever just start thinking.
About yourself, him, her and them? Mostly about yourself but also about the rest?
Do you ever just lock yourself up in a dark room and ask yourself how you really feel.
Am I really okay? Will there be a day that's gonna break me down the exact same way that other day in May did?
When he broke my heart into a thousand of tiny pieces, with no intentions to pick them up.
They tell you to follow your heart but I'm a broken girl and I have no clue which piece to follow.
I wanna go home. I wanna go home and sleep.
I wanna sleep and when I wake up I want it to be warm, not cold like it always is. I want to wake up from a soft kiss and the warmth of the bed we're sharing.
I'm so stressed out over the next couple of weeks because I miss him so much and I won't be able to see him for a while. I'm so fucked up in the head it's actually driving me insane and none of this is even making sense.
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Anxiety
Fiksi RemajaIt's not my fault. I mean, I never asked for any of this. I can't help that it's in my genes. I can't help that I'm fat.
