At some point,I'm tired of being me,the massive troublesome. Sound nervousness all the time that people can obviously read it out from my face's expression. I always found myself worrying over trivial and insignificant things, consistently. It literally make me hate myself even more. The combination of stressful life and overwhelmed by bad feeling is not so good - terrible to be exact. I tend to push people away when I was hurting,when my head hurts by my deep infinity thought.
To people who used to be my at my side back then which nowhere to be seen now,I'm sorry. I truly sorry and I'm full of regret. How I wish everyday that I can turn back time and fix everything. How I wish you were not hurts by my godawful words. I'm trapped in my own miserable world now. It's way too pathetic I think when I can't restrain myself and let's the satanic spirit controls everything.
Because no one knows how much I'm struggling everyday by not looking at the mirror,just because I found myself disgustingly. No one knows how much I'm struggling everyday not to re-think about my past yet memories seems not gotta let me go. No one knows how much it's hurt just to sit down and crying while glue-ing your heart piece by piece alone. No one knows.
