I feel lonely, just watching the tilting line telling me to write, makes my heart ache. Such weakness...
I know that we are all alone, we are just going by with this existence, trying our best to survive. We choose our partners, but sometimes we make mistakes, and we have to support them, we got to make things work... but sometimes it's just too heavy, even when you try your best, but it seems never be enough.
Sometimes, I love to be like this, in my home office, writing some bullshit about my miserable efforts to make my dreams come true. It feels so heavy, such burden to deal with these emotions, drowning my head, numbing my spirit.
The more the time passes, the more disappointment grows in my soul, Am I not enough? Am I taking the wrong paths through life? Have I done something wrong? Then, why I keep pushing me to be something that I don't want to be? Why should I do things as I have been doing this far?
Why I feel this hole in my chest, this emptiness, this solitude... I'm expecting nothing from you, but you keep pushing me to do more... and I won't do it anymore. This anxiousness of maintain my life, your life, our dreams, my stupids parents, and my college, and being a good woman, a good daughter... always trying to solve everything is so tiring. I don't want to deal with myself anymore, please let me breath, let me sleep, let me drown, once again, in these dark emotions. I need them time to time.
