I don't know what's going on with me. I feel like no one, again. This year has been tough, I know, but one thing that I didn't notice much earlier was the aftermath. I'm not sure how long it takes for me to recover.
It's like, the higher I go, the more lonely it is.
I lost my passion for writing, been doing lots of photography and suddenly I stop. My heart is playing tricks, I know should beat it, but I don't know why I let myself get drown in it. Every day I wake up and it's like, what mask am I going to wear today? I grow weary and tired. The burden feels so heavy, I feel like no one's there. Or maybe it is somehow true? That no one's really there?
I feel numb. Where to go from here? I used to be strong, did I? Then what happen? Can somebody please explain to me?
Maybe I need more time to cover up the pain? Since when I start losing the grip? The higher I go, the more lonely it is...
Labels: Almost Honest, in my darkest hour