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Sleepless in Raa, wondering if this life will ever get any better. Echoes of all the goodbyes once said, ringing louder than ever. Why must life always grill you so hard? Why must it always pit you against you so relentlessly? Yet it does. It always does. Oh, to go to bed without worrying about every conscious decision you’ve ever made. To be in bed worry-free, and happy – must be a dream. Hopelessly spiraling down wavering incapability to get out of my head, face facts and not just bad judgement towards my own self.

Somehow it’s just the hardest thing to do.

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