Feelings
It feels like I’m in a theatre, watching how those fingers, that seem mine, are tapping over the keypad, tearing the silence with those loud, echoing clicks and scratches of the nails against the hard, black plastic.
Where are those words coming out from?
Are those my feeling pouring out in those stories?
No, they are not. They are too foreign to be mine.
A loud chuckle filled the room.
Even my feelings feel foreign to me now.
I'm posting this blog, praying that I will write a oneshot based on it when I finish with those freaking exams. It seems that I am in a bad mood again today. Small things get me annoyed and depressed. I came to hate this life. It truly is boring. I wish I could break these barriers and do something fun, something to calm me down, something I like from the bottom of my heart. Why do I always have to say I'll do them later, when I grow older? I want to do it now :( I even started questioning myself what I truly like because I am changing so much...it's frustrating.
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