here to just vent out

A la la girl only for you.

Most people say developing is linear, but for survivors it is cyclic. People grow up, victims grow around; we strengthen around the place that hurt, become older and fuller, but the vulnerable core is never gone.

But I was wrong. It's indifference- that uneasy numbness about anything and everything.

In despair, you wish you could do something.

. . . it is our duty, to matter.

I miss her... the girl I used to be.

The one who shot for moons and stars and aimed right. The fearless girl..

But now...it feels like I'm an imposter trying to fill her place...stuck with her dreams of moons and stars, and I don't think I'll be able to shoot it right.

"You kept me like a secret

But I kept you like an oath."

It's tragic that all good things must end someday...

I had been sad for so long that I'd forgotten how good it felt to be happy.