the longer i exist, the more tired ive become i let out a long sigh as im fed up with reality itself

At what point till people will respect me? is kindness part of being weak? how? i don't get it...

all people did is dumping their stories and simplest rant on me but if i were to do the same, all of you would turn your backs

can everyone just shut up every conversation im in

I won't put my trust on people it's always the same simple sentence i remind myself

he left but what can i do?

day by day i'm trying to figure out my identity,my true beliefs and to understand my minds nature

the questions i have for myself weights me down

when you can't control your own feelings it'll become deadly

days like these has been happening for too much where everything just feels heavy and nothing satisfies you

i know you feel tired

Dear diary it's me

At this very moment Where all memories stormed out from my mind

how should i tell you? so you won't think i'm sensitive

hurtful words are like sewing once you did a mistake

you hold on to me tightly and never let go

its just like any ordinary day in my room with my own thoughts

you stole the key to my happiness you never gave it back