I took a sip of something poison but I'll hold on tight.
I’m a hopeless case.
I’m depressed. But not suicidal. Not yet.
I don’t know why. It’s possible, right? Because if not, then
why am I feeling this way?
I hate everything right now. Yeah, just like the TC article.
I’m not excited for the future. It looks bland to me.
I know it’s frightening; losing the will to carry on.
I would just like to sit in a corner of a very dark room,
get lost in my thoughts then fall asleep and wake up with a different scenario;
or to a different world.
Stephanie Georgopulos perfectly nailed it: “The
depression, that’s something I thought was a phase but is actually something that
retreats and returns — very naturally, this happens — depression is like the
ocean tide or the sun or a determined cancer that doesn’t stay away for long.”
This world is insane and the people in it too.
It can bring out the best in you but it can also
summon the devil in your deepest pit.
It's a lot more frustrating that the world won't stop just because you feel crappy.
It will just go on revolving until you cannot keep up with its own pace.
The noise is suffocating.
Other people want to direct your own life. They
think they know better.
Maybe sometimes; but can’t you get the peace of
mind and the right to live your own life that you are entitled to?
I've got a lot to think over but I just want to think of nothing now, please.
I want silence.
And maybe after thirteen years, heaven forbid, I will do my best to hope for something good to happen.
And maybe after thirteen years, heaven forbid, I will do my best to hope for something good to happen.
