Sit. Read. Stare. Eat. Stand. Sit. Eat. Stare. Sleep. . .
Continuous habits I could never get rid off...
Stand. Sit. Stare. Cry. Laugh. Walk. Smile. Run. Sit. Eat. Cry. Stare. Sleep. . .
For all I know, I am nothing but a person living life like a hamster with a cycle cage, but yet again with emotions that has been in dept all to herself.
As I suffocate to find the right words to say, but no one is patient enough to stay.
I'm no one, but a mere human.
Ridiculously awkward, but not.
Ridiculously extroverted, but not.
Ridiculously happy, but no where near that.
Ridiculously honest, but never that.
Ridiculously naive, but knows enough about the world except her's.
I can't grasp the fact that I used to love the ideas that surround me, but funny how I hated everything would stay as an idea.
I hated trying to be better, when anyone is already better.
I hated telling myself to try, when I have already given up.
What do you expect from the mind of a person from a generation who's most hated for advocating for what's true.
Yet every word and feelings I show will never be validated because I am neither living the life they wanted me and ironically what I wanted.
I came to a stage where I don't know who I'm doing this for— if it's for myself? My family? or just for the sake of fitting into society?
This time I know, that I don't.
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I Know That I Don't
Diversos"My ranting/qoute book" 'I know that I don't' is a narrative of my realizations and questions that will yet to be answered by me. I explain my experiences which are kind of cringe but this is my way of coping in life. Writing is healing to me, to re...
