Everything

I don’t dare to ask you what I need anymore.

I haven’t write about my thoughts lately. I’m not proud of what I was. I’m sad for myself, for the people I’ve hurt, for those who believed in me. I’ve been so mad at myself, I can’t understand how it’s possible to hate one’s self so much. I’m ashamed of my stupidity, I disgust my actions of disrespect for those I love. Sometimes I wonder how I reached such a low point of myself. How did I got…

Loneliness

She feels tired, eyelids heavy, forehead pressing agains her skull. She hears them, but she can’t listen.

She wonders if she’ll ever gain that energy she used to have. There was once a girl filled with passion about life. Curiosity.

She now stumbles across the hallway. Has no direction or intentions, wants no attention, no pity, nor anyone to help her out. On her own madness,

just loneliness.

How tiring is, to live.