Yes I’m still here.
Woke up in one of those moods again. Was I just that tired? Or just dreaming.. Either way, I was paralyzed by the thoughts of disappointments. Being a disappointment, evolving into being a pain and then exiled all together. It’s been two years.
I looked up some old letters to remind myself what this feeling was, why I was sad. But soon enough, I was reminded why I was happy.
I was happy because I was thought to be an overachiever, I was thought to have importance.
I was reminded why I loved. I was reminded why I cared.
What am I feeling now. It’s a pain I cannot express.