Disappointment.
Saw myself from the mirror, look miserable as always.
A I hug my teddy bear while listening to music, thinking about what pass made me feel I wasn't enough.
Toxicity mades me miserable and hopeless, as how they make me like this.
The present were too painful but has a good side that makes me ungrateful.
As how I look at our old conversation, thinking how can I rest without it.
Now asking myself, how can I moved on with this shit.
