it happens. again.
maybe i am cursed. maybe i am not destined for a 'happily ever after'. even when the planet is in chaos, even if plague is our nightmare, my last bits of happiness is still taken away from me.
here comes the feelings i thought i've forgotten. sadness. grief. abandoned. probably regret. if i am strong then tell me why i went into catatonic state till 4am shaking and crying on my bed. unable to move. words unspoken. throat is wounded and hurting.
i should have seen this coming. we did actually. but when the ticking bomb finally stops, we know we aren't going anywhere. it's an endgame because we live in a place that doesn't value our story. the thoughts are so dark i almost cant see them but they linger in my head like a broken spotify playlist that won't stop playing.
i am crushed and torn into debris.
