So she colours her hair a different shade than yesterday, feeling a bit better than yesterday's blues. And she goes out to forget. And comes back for bedtime. Because people can't read your minds or your hearts, no matter how many words you use or how many times you say them, they can't see what you see. They can't ever feel what you feel. And that's when you realise, you're truly alone. No matter how many you surround yourself with. The way you feel, the way you break, the way you hurt, the way you suffer, you're alone in it. No outside voice, words, touch, or sentiment can ever reach the melancholy of my heart. Or the void in my head. #manicmonday #manicpanic #islamabadians https://www.instagram.com/p/Bwlg0BsHkm8/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1r3wi2xegge48
