Music of the wind.

Blogger just blew up on this post.


Are we really alright already.



I know I shouldn't be feeling so emo right now. Not healthy. I'll probably go crazy again the way I talk about stuff like these.


But it really feels sedating bottling everything up.



Sometimes, I really wished I had a time machine. Then I could undo everything I've done. It's so difficult trying to pretend like you're okay, when you're really not.


The second thing I wanna say is about the other you.

I hadn't been talking to you since forever, & I don't know whether it's me or not.


I really wished that I have you back so that I can tell you everything I bottled inside. How suffocating it feels & how do I conquer it.

My life is more like a rubik's cube. Except that not a single side is even done. Not even close.





BYE.