i know i havent said much..

and i know it seems weird that i'm saying this here but i didnt know who else to turn to.

you know its just one of those days when i'm trying to catch up with all the due dates and everything is so overwhelming

yet if i told someone close to me..i sound like a spoiled brat who cant handle stress and pressure so i'd rather keep it to myself.

this is one of those days when i hate myself for being friends with people who would rather mock playfully that it hurts sometime

but if i told them my scars, they would treat me differently, like a broken toy, fragile.

maybe i'm really that frail and empty on the inside

this is one of those days when i'd rather cry on bed and stare at the blank wall beside me rather than try to work my off to finish my reports.

this is one of those days when i'd rather switch off my phone and stay disconnected as long as possible from people.

this is one of those days when even crappy love songs remind me of my past scars.

this is one of those days when all medication cant suppress the blue in me

but this is one of those rare days when jumping in front of a speeding train seems like a legitimate move but no, i wont submit to that devil inside of me because i want to go home for the christmas holidays and see my family tomorrow.