Journal En Rose

When was the last time I feel like I could be my absolute self without being judged, when was the last time I could just go out drinking with some kindred spirits, people who grew up in similar schools, similar neighbourhood and similar privileges. People who want to go out and fucking change the country, who shamelessly talk of nepotism, riches, hardworking, passion, while at the same time be open to partying, splurging, and just having fun, enjoying life, the experience, and being young and carefree, oh I need more international friends in my life? Why did you all go back to your countries and start your own legacies? I MISSS YOOOOOUUUU SOOOO MUUUUCCCCHHHHHHHHH

what a fun

Like My heart is heavier then the sun but darker than the emptiness of the universe

I feel like I’m falling, down and down I go the darkest and deepest of wells

With my arms reaching out to the sky I’m levitating

Frozen, with freckles of ice forming around my fingers

My lungs, is bursting with exhuaustion

I’m tired

I wish I can stop the voices and the dreams

I just want silence

Like I’m falling asleep, softly I go down and fall on to the bed