At the end of the day. I have no one to miss, nor to missed by anyone.
At the end of the day. I have no one to tell how my day was, nor hear about theirs.
At the end of the day. I realised my laugh and joy all day, was kind of meaningless at the end of the day.
I am back to square one. Why do I have to have this feeling of never being good enough. Why am I always afraid to love again.
Maybe. I'm not afraid of falling in love.
I'm afraid that I'll be the only one falling.
Fxck.
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Souls rehabilitation.
RandomWhen you cannot say something, write it. This is where souls go to for rehab. Words that are left unsaid, are written here. Feelings that are left unexpressed, are written here. Just a human going through a hurricane of dullard feelings and thoughts.
