Aug 27, 2013

The embodiment of all disappointments that ever existed.

Sometimes a few words are enough. A few honest genuinely expressed words.

"What happened to you?"

"What's the problem?"

"Are you stressed out last night that you cannot even answer my basic questions?"

Madam, thank you for asking. Even though my answer is just 10% of what it really is. Because seriously, no one has asked me those questions in a long time I don't even know how to answer it properly. I was so close to shamelessly bursting out in tears in a ward full of sick children.

I cried all the way home, with a heavy heart sinking in my chest.

How can you show the underlying cracks when everything and everyone around you slaps you hard in the face and tell you to be strong and whatever bullshit there is, but then walk away and leave you alone helplessly trying to swim in the sea made of failures?

I can feel that this will end up in a bad way.

Aug 8, 2013

How many more years of this anguish can I tolerate?

Four years seem like a long time. We were so young, so immature, so foolishly believed that love was an easy thing. For God sake, never have I been so wrong.

How many more?