xx Dec. 8, 2017 xx (7:45 PM)
She wants to cry,
But she know she can't.
You knew that this is the rope of misery, why choose to hold it?
Maybe because it makes me happy. I don't care even if I'm broken down to pieces, I did this for them... and for myself. But now I realized that I just made myself suffer, I realized that they don't give a fck about what I'm doing, they don't even notice it. For once, I wanna let go of this rope. This rope that made me feel pain, this rope that taught me the fact that I'm the only one who's making a way. For once, I want to make my shattered self whole again. I want to end this misery and hold the other rope. At least the other rope will not make anyone disappointed of me.
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Wistfulness
RandomThis isn't a story. This is a letter from myself to myself. Kinda like diary. Here is all of my melancholic thoughts and other dramatic things in my life. I don't have someone to talk about it, so I'm sharing it here. P.S. Nevermind about my gramma...
