Cause I hate this feeling.
Lay off.

I slept my sorrows away yesternight and woke up this morning with the ache in my head. I don't feel composed for my mind's everywhere. I feel heavy like being anchored on the ocean floor. This feeling has bring out the worst in me. And despite all of that, I still make believe that everything will eventually be alright.

On my couch last night, I contemplated my past years, the turbulence that had me going at all wrong directions. One by one, I try to get all fixed. The only thing I hope for now is to live my future with trouble free.

Thousand apologies for not being able to update frequently.

I had a major haircut and soon to dye red.

Flames to dust. Lovers to friends. Why do all good things come to an end?

The major downfall had me living with trivia eversince. Waking up every morning with nothing to look forward to while plans turn obsolete. Misery is really a monster. It devours every of your dreams and let in fear to embrace you. This gets unbearable but I know I can change this.

And he, he lessens the pain.

I have nothing else but my valor.

Your empty promises become reiterative and rhetoric can't change my mind . I need anaesthetia for alleviation for now nothing seems to be the cure.