of being a wallflower, the plain me
Hey. Sat, 27th April Dear you who found yourself lost in the middle of the crowd. It is a super plain Saturday for me and the house. I am home alone and been having a deep thought in which I hate the most.it makes me question myself of what kind of life that I have been living up until this moment. All in all, I can say that I am embracing the empty spaces. Never a black, white or even colourful shades. None of them. So tell me again, what life is all about. Is it about people that need to be involved to make it a living proof or the emotion of feeling contented or the things that you could helplessly have with struggle? I am totally drowning. Further away from the edges and everything seem shady and blurry. In this year, every single thing will be shared on the net. And every single time I slide on my ig, I never see my life is real anymore and never feel better ever since. Am I the only worthless human in this world? Why do I feel suffocated and couldn't cat...