A hesitated mind along the constant heartache, it like torture from within. I feel so brought down. Twitter used to be where I can just type without any worries, but not anymore. So is the same here. Slowly, I lost my personal space. & Bus rides just becomes more than a getaway. Maybe I should just burying myself with books and live in the pages of fantasy.
I just want my space of freedom back. I just want to write and don't have to explain to anyone.
Must I go that far to private my accounts so I can finally feel no hesitation on writing my own thoughts. I want to truly express myself so badly that slowly I lost the skills of describing my thoughts. It just sad knowing what I have become and the changed over the years. Things will never be the same after what I heard.
I don't want to talk even the slightest of this, it just brings pain every time I open I eyes.
What have I done to myself to be in such a tormenting state of mind? What have I become?
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