Maybe it's true that no one person can understand another pefectly and completely. There's bound to be times you gotta suffer alone, and that pain, nobody understands.
I'm so sick and tired of explaining myself. I'm so tired of constantly holding on to someone. I'm so tired of reaching out to others. I'm so tired of hoping and wishing and dreaming. I'm so tired even to face reality. But worst of all, I'm too tired to make up lies to make myself feel better about every harsh situation I'm experiencing. I'm tired of being tired.
When we look back on our life, what will it be like?
I feel like I'm blindly searching for that very one thing.
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