Sunday, July 30
How I wish I could just sink into the ground beneath me.
Promising myself that everything would be better after dropping the last tear. Telling myself that a lady’s drop of tear is as precious as diamond. All those lies to myself are just something that I am trying to avoid reality and hiding. I spend each day here waiting for a miracle but did the miracle ever appeared? Asking myself, what is the x factor that leads my own life on and seriously, I have no clue. I feel myself tearing apart from all those upcoming stuff like EXAMS? TESTS? Even when I am in my own dreamland, I am still having the problems, stress and nightmares.
I’m tired// give me a break
If I could re-live those days.
I know the one thing that would never change.
Every memory of looking out the back door.
Its hard to say it; but its time to say.