05:18 pm
19/07/2019
I feel like I'm lost. I have no one to talk to but also if someone talk to me I reject them. I don't know, it feels wrong, there is something off about it.
Anyways, I've been thinking why I feel like this lately and I have no idea. The only thing I know is that I feel like an empty old room, you know? It's like when you have to move out and your room is empty, it doesn't feel cold, that room feels warm, like you're still in home. You miss it so much already that you stay a little bit longer just to have one more good look before you're gone.
It's just an empty room dude, get the fuck out of there.
But no, you can't, it's way too comfortable, so you stay.
You can see the bruises in the wall, the different layers of paint, the marks that you or someone else did. All those memories are so hard to erased. Actually no, their so easy to erased, you just have to get out and move on with your life, but it's hard to do that when that room is inside you. You can't move 'cause that room is following you, is with you and you can't fix that, you have to live with that.
My head is hurting and no one can understand all this thing that I just say. It's fine, I guess I'll die with that.
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