Again, I find myself curling up in bed. Pillow pressed over my face, under the sheets. All these thoughts gush through my mind. I've been here so many times. Way too many, in fact.
I'm not one who can express my feelings very well. It has always been this way... Or well, ever since a really long time ago. There are reasons I act the way I do.
Even I, myself, can never understand the complexities of the human mind. My own, included. I don't even understand myself sometimes, so how can I expect someone else to? It's like a constant battle inside my head. I try to fight it but it won't go away.
I'm so tired of everything. But what can I do? This is life. And it will probably always stay this way.
Till then, xo
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I'm not one who can express my feelings very well. It has always been this way... Or well, ever since a really long time ago. There are reasons I act the way I do.
Even I, myself, can never understand the complexities of the human mind. My own, included. I don't even understand myself sometimes, so how can I expect someone else to? It's like a constant battle inside my head. I try to fight it but it won't go away.
I'm so tired of everything. But what can I do? This is life. And it will probably always stay this way.
Till then, xo
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
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