12:45
I'm feeling a bit brave.
Visiting you, darling blank pages.
At this hour and at this circumstance.
I just feel the need to escape somewhere I could be not okay when I most needed me to be okay.
I have no idea anymore if I'm either calling out misfortunes unto me or it just won't leave me be.
I have no idea anymore if being alone was my choice or how I was fated to be.
I didn't know my heart was still capable of breaking after everything it had gone through...
Perhaps, it never stopped from breaking and would just go into moments of shock where it numbs me from the spontaneuos beatings it is receiving.
Am I ungrateful, Lord?
Am I that cruel?
Am I that unsaveable?
I know I'm getting impatient. My apologies.
Will I see your face when the time finally comes?
YOU ARE READING
Frustration Diaries
RandomHi, I'm Henriette. So today I started another journal, it's not a new thing for me to do. I would probably forget about this after a few days of writing my first entry. But hey, this is a free world, right? Riiigght. So this is a diary of my everyda...
