Diary Entry 17.
Chasing the Wind
I am suffocating. I cannot breath. This is killing me. I don’t want to feel like this anymore. Why do I feel? Why do emotions exist? Why do I have to suffer like this?
I should be unfeeling.
I should be numb.
I should be callous.
And yet here I am, all by myself, sustaining the injuries of a heartbreak. And yet here I am, all by myself, wishing I had kept my distance from the very beginning. And yet here I am, all by myself, my heart crying at a future without you. And yet here I am, all by myself, still dreaming of you. And yet here I am, all by myself, wanting all this misery to end already.
I have had enough. Please no more. Why did I have to fall in love with you? Why did I have to enter such a predicament? And yet from the moment we met, I could not stir away from your gaze, I could not keep my distance. And here I am now, crying invisible tears, shouting silent curses as I await for what is to come.
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