Im sick of the bagful of antibiotics im eating. The pills are huge and they give me a sick feeling especially when my stomach is empty. FML seriously.
I think ive grown alot in thinking.. maybe ppl can judge u for behaviour, but its all exterior. They would nv know the thoughts that run inside, who knows(?) , are full of meanings that nv crossed the minds of the shallow jury that sentences you to degradation based on your cover..i am officially learning (quite successfully) to be alone. esp in r/s terms. I do not deny i still hold dear the memories of togetherness. But every fairytale has an ending. and i knew right from the start things were too good to be true.. and now i see clearly the reality i actually anticipated since the moment u said u loved me. I just didnt wanna believe that the truth could hit me so hard. But now that things have frozen to cracks.. there really is no way but to force myself to face the fact that it ends. Here..
end.note. And i can feel myself bleeding inside. a slow torment no one can see and im trying hard to conceal. So dont break that veneer ive created for myself to hide within. Tt really is my last bit of pride..
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