Dear Universe.

Universe.

Dear Universe,

I decided to write to you one last time. And please hear me out for this is everything I've been dealing with so far.

I've come a long way with life, since highschool I was struggling to make anything worth my while. It always felt a part of me is not complete. There's always a missing piece. Because of that, I tried ending it. Oh, I survived anyway.

During college, I never really get to decide on what I want. My life has been dictated that I no longer hold decisions in it. I'm used to agreeing and believing that other people's opinions are right and I should listen to them because their thoughts are correct. I still believe these things until now. I'm used to go with what other people will want. I'm used to do whatever they want. And it broke me, slowly more pieces were scattered and missing from my soul. If I ever still have one.

Slowly, I've been losing all my reasons. And no reasons can make me think living in this world is worth it. Slowly, I'm growing tired of myself. I'm growing tired of everything related to me. Slowly, I'm just purely done and I already gave up on myself even without me knowing, I'm beyond hope. I'm beyond repair. No one could ever make me feel whole again. I am that broken.

This is the last time, Universe. And I will surely miss writing to you, a lot.

I just want you to know that you've been a part of my life since highschool. I talk to you like a normal person even though you don't actually answer my questions. For that, I'm thankful. I still wish to write more sentiments and stories to you. But I guess, this would be the end.

Again, I'll write to you in any other lifetimes.

See you around, Universe. Keep an eye on the people who matters to me.

Good bye, Universe. Until the next time.

So much love,
Raze