𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐌.
there were days, where i felt sick.
where i didn't feel like doing shit.
i didn't want to face anyone.
didn't feel like seeing someone.
i didn't feel like showing myself, telling everyone im alive.
i just felt like locking myself, like i just want to hide.
because, even if they're the same people, the ones who i was happy with.
those memories are long gone, and so are their personalities.
i feel like im just boring, but im starting to not care.
i mean, why would i, when the time ill leave this world, may be near?
