First Night
10:45 pm
Sunday
14-04-23
I thought freedom would lead me to favorable actions I long desire. But the moment I held that falsities, the more I feltentrapped. Prisoned by guilt that diguised into illness.
All I want is to run and run, escaping from the nuisance I must deal day and night. I no longer feel the warmth I once called home the moment I step foot outside the door of my familiar abode. I came back, but someone already filled the gap and hole I reserved to myself.
Every laughter, joy, and love makes me want to torn pieces by pieces that causes the former to be evident in this sanctimoniuos place. I hate it. Every bit of it.
I guess that's the reason why sadness come and go like my old summer friend.
