a collection;

1.11am
and you’ll never know how our steps matched.

8.36am
i’m tired of being the strong one.

4.12pm
i don’t know what to do. it just hurts; my heart, it just hurts.

9.25pm
how despicable can you get.

10.34pm
sugar, we’re going down.

7.03pm
아파요.

9.09pm
happiness; how does it feel again?

9.22pm
i need an escape from this reality.

11.28pm
i just want to go home, home to people who loves me.

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a collection;

슬픈

I’m depressed.
Nothing seems right.
I don’t like being on my own.
I don’t like being alone.
I don’t like being a grown-up.Everything feels empty.
I feel empty; my heart, my hands.

Tell me what to do, where to go.
I don’t know.
I don’t know and I’m back where I was.
Maybe even further behind.
And I don’t like it.

And this is me ranting about something that makes sense but shouldn’t.

I want to cry but I shouldn’t either.

Can’t I at least have someone else to blame?

 

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