The worst enemy is yourself. How can someone hate themselves so much when in reality, all the atoms, the immune system and the heart in his or her body are moving, working and pumping for him or her so that they can stay alive and breathe? The fresh cuts are covered up well, healed well, stopping the blood from oozing out later after that just so you can stay alive. You see, there are things in your body, that still loves you and helping you out no matter how many times you skip meals, how many times you scraped your knees and the countless of times you hurt yourself. Those whatever in your body and particles, atoms, holding you out and most probably say "Hold on. Hold on. Live for one more day. You can survive this. We got this. We'll help you out". They are there for you holding you while you are at your worst. It's true then, than all you have is, truly, is yourself alone.
Why can't I find myself back? Why is it so so so hard to be back? Is the door has already closed? No more for me to come back? The monsters consumed all my body? or do they hide it somewhere?
WHERE AM I? WHERE AM I?
Why can't I find myself? Why?
I don't like talking THIS much about nothing significant (or so I think). I mean, I don't care who is popular and whatnot. I am lame at making jokes. I do not want to lose myself just to fit in. That's the worst thing that could ever happen to me.
Lines after lines. If u able to read between the lines, then u'll know every stories, every one of them.
as for now, i am tired and i want to go.
Forever,
Aina
