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feels like I’ve been drinking a lot the past few months. I suffer like I’m drunk with nostalgia - I fear this might get worst. It feels like Ibecame dizzy of what’s real around me and faint into wild kind of dreams – dreams of what has been already recorded in the piece of my history. I was being awful and there’s nothing I could do…I can’t help it.
I always think of moments…moments that shouldn’t be bothered from its sleeping dome. Remembering those just brought me to depression and anxiety. It could never be back again. It’s the saddest thing. My head get pained when I think about it. It’s somewhat upsetting. I guess this is it…I still suffer the headache of the past. And to think that the past can never be the present nor the future is absolutely maddening me. Oh well, that’s what you get in life.
May God bless me…
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