6-year Aftermath
For several years now there's a certain concern that has been bothering me. It makes me question a lot of things and hampers all my effort towards becoming a better person. Everytime it would hit me I feel off. I'd feel chaos pour on me, everything I have carefully built would crash over and over and that's when I would always go back to square one. It takes me down and hatred would eat me turning me irksome to all that surround me.
I'd normally strive to overcome and understand the aftermath but it's hard when I know that I have no one to run who would fully understand without judgment.
It's hard when they would just shake it off and let you feel that you're the only one making a big deal out of it.
It's hard when they expect you to be hollow and unexpressive.
It's hard to not know where to stand and extend trying to fit in.
It's hard when you want to approach and show your love but you need to be a deadpan because your motives might be misinterpreted.
It's hard when they would expect you to be tough and undaunted all the time.
It shatters me to stand in my doubts, trust issues, hatred, and all the gloom. I feel that considering these fuss is somehow a betrayal to my loved ones. Yes. Love.
Love, which contradicts everything and makes everything the hardest at the same time.
Love, which is the crunch point, the game-changer. I remark it all to those people I love.
It tears me down to see how demoralized I have become. A single concern that ruptured every single aspect I have delicately cast in my life.
I am flawed but I persist. Yet there are several points of breakdown, at times it really get like this.
















