Behind these barriers?
I'm someone I hate. I dislike. I detest. Someone I don't want to be. Someone whom I just cannot fathom her existence.
When I put on a mask to hide the pain?
I'm someone I'm not. Desperate to be loved and freed. Craving for contentment from others, which fade eventually.
I'm confused who I am.
I can't decide who I should be.
YOU ARE READING
How?
RandomHow did I get in such a mess? Nobody knows. Even I don't know. Just a book full of quotes, some songs, and lots and lots of realizations and regrets in this mess I call, life.
