What should I even vent about when the same old things keeps repeating over and over again, the same questions rising up, the same unsolved problems, it all seems to be a never-ending loop as if a writer has stimulated a repeating scene in her tragic story about life. Makes me question whether the good moments were real or just realistic imagination.
Some dramatic people would call this depression while some conclude this as a rebellious phase but I would like to call it unignored thoughts.
YOU ARE READING
nanimonai
Short StoryA story written along the journey of life, where saying truth if forbidden and kind people are taken advantage of and how you attract the wrong crowd of people because the right crowd does not exist anymore. Read the story of someone's life as yours...
