Its dark, hot, and two in the morning. It was the time of the day where you either sleep or cry away the shits you have to deal during the day.
Isn't it exhausting pretending and putting up a mask for everyone?
Cause I am exhausted and done with everyone looking at me like some object they need to constantly check for damages. Yes, I am broken. But I don't need them to say to my face. I know it. And I don't need repairs, I couldn't be either way.
BINABASA MO ANG
Unsaid Letters
القصة القصيرةit's me, hi. i'm the problem, it's me. trigger warning: disturbing and self-loathing words
