I felt, I was left out again.
I'm really trying to understand what had happened, why all of them left, why this, that didn't work out for us. It was not easy, I felt locked alone. For the past few years, I did ignored all the feelings that had eaten me up, I tried meeting random people but not giving enough attention to whats behind them, I also had fair share of not deep stories back then, I was tight-lipped and careful to what to spill, they are clueless to what's inside, I guess, I am an actress for showing how vivacious I am infront. It's a relieved not until past hunted me, how those people slowly walked away, how their words killed me, visit me even in midst of sleep. I badly want to move forward but I'm scared, everything's uncertain, I am afraid to be really left.