I've got to go, got to leave a send-off, got to finish it, and got to many, many, things.
But will this story end?
I mean, sure. Obviously this can't go on forever.
I guess when I don't want to write anymore.
When I don't really feel much.
Or when I'm gone.
But not everything needs a sad ending, right?
I don't plan to stop writing here.
Or soon.
But I also want to work on other actual projects I had in mind.Maybe more beautiful and thought-out media, as opposed to the crude writings I've made, fueled by the myriad of emotions I felt at each given time.
It's something I'm proud of, yet ashamed at the same time.
But I won't delete it, you can be rest assured.
I'm just saying that, I wanna write something that will actually keep you lured.
I hope you look forward to something, but I can't promise you when, or what it'll even be. I hope that's alright.
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Psychology Anthology:Optus Jargon
PoetryLife. Life is complex. Life hurts. Life loves. Sometimes you love life. Sometimes you hate it. Sometimes you just want to give it all up. Sometimes you just want to stay in a place, forever. Sometimes it's never. Sometimes it's always. Sometimes you...