I believe that it's the small things that keep consuming you until you fade away and no longer be visible, you became just a vulnerable, fragile walking body with a wounded soul with so much voids that needed to be filled passionately. I don't know what it is like to be whole cause I feel that something is draining me all the time and that there's always something missing even if everything seems okay. you don't notice how vulnerable you became at first until it hits you at 3pm and all what you tend to do is to keep staring at that ceiling above you desperately.
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RandomIt was all about surviving. Notes: -Not all of the written thoughts relates to my personal life. I may just felt in need to write such a thing, but yeah, they all end up leading to the same way. -One of the thoughts was deleted, it was too harsh to...
