I dedicate this writing for those of you who feel
numb with life that you are running now, hoping days will bring your sun up.
..
Writing
needs to be done when you in a good mood, so do the feeling that needs to be
fulfilled when they are forced to be.
I don’t know either this will end up on a draft or not but I just keep on writing. I just realized how far I was standing in the cross-road waiting for the buss to pick me up, but whenever I tried to step into the buss it was just can’t, the ticked that I got is not the same as it supposed to be, so I just have to wait for the right buss which I can plug the ticked fit in.
I
don’t really know how long I will be like this, but one thing that I know for
is, changing the target to something new is not as easiest as I think, I tried
it once and it didn’t work out, once experiment is enough I guess,
And
my life is getting messier day by day, I don’t know the fu** is going on with
me, I know I have anxiety that staying in my head but this feeling so much
greater than the anxiety itself. I don’t need anything to cure these worst
sensations, all I need is you. /hoping you read this/
I’m
a broken hearted, looser, and human. I am normal by saying that I still have a
target on my life, such as chasing you and making you sure that I have been
here since day one, yet you will never. I can be smiling over crying whenever
you tagging somebody else standing or even sitting next to you that I found on
your Ig updated.
What
else should I pour out in here? Sadness madness happiness? No sorry, the last
one was joking.
At
the end of the story, I just want to confess that I have never regretted and
will never feel disgusted by standing in the cross-road waiting for the buss to
come and pick me up.
-YOU.
