I always knew writing was the best and, sometimes, the only way that I can almost perfectly express my feelings. Right now I feel like my world has crumbled up and evaporated into nothingness. But no, not really... Nothingness would be slightly more merciful.
Everything's going wrong. I think that at this point no one could make me feel any better.
I just want to lay on my bed, cover my head with my blanket and speak to no one for the rest of what's left of my life.
Crap.
Life's a big shithole at the moment.
Allhamdulilah.
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