When Iβm at peace, I try to think about whatβs bothering me and what makes me feel sad. I never figure it out.
I feel like Iβm at the point in my life where I understand most things. The concept of humanity and how of a shit creature we truly are.
Life is absurd and life is unfair and yet I am still disappointed when I am faced with a true example of this. Theoretically I am aware, it looks like I am not emotionally built to withstand it.
I am deeply hurt when this is coming from the people I love. The continuous deceit, selfishness and manipulation. Growing up, I am free to voice out how I feel but that doesnβt mean I will be heard - I was never heard.. until now.Β
It doesnβt matter even if I became older with wisdom. My battle scars doesnβt prove anything either. The frequency where my voice sits in will never be heard and this pains me so dearly whenever I think of that.
I will never get what I deserve, emotionally. Things that are outside of my control but somebody elseβs.. I only have the power to fix myself and impress myself. This existence wonβt matter to anybody even when Iβm gone.
When I speak, nobody listens. When I scream, everyone trembles. When Iβm silent, nobody cares.










