Did he win?
Like these, I feel like I need some cigarettes.
I’m only human, I’ve got a skeleton in me
Sometimes I wanna burn down the whole city and submerge myself in the fire out of frustration. Not with anyone but with myself. Sometimes it’s someone else but in the end, it’s just me I’m angry with the most.
I want to be able to dismiss trivial things and not care when they mean nothing to me. But I lose my temper too easily when I’m tired, even more so when I’m sleepy. How is it possible that a stressed me is more composed? But I cannot stand portraying anything less than my true feelings. Probably some would say I’m not wise enough. Yet.
Credits: Art works by a senior acquaintance - Wally Nguyen aka Chicken Blast.
So the short getaway is over, and I’m back.
I guess the past is in the past. The truth and whatever matters most are in the present, maybe some in the future. But I can’t see the future yet so present is the only thing demanding my attention. A thirst that needs quench; a numb wound that needs medication.
No I’m not okay.