candleburn

" Lonely is her favourite place to be When she feels the hurt she lets it bleed Sometimes Shes lost, sometimes Shes broken Sometimes Shes closed, sometimes Shes open Lonely is her favourite place to be"

With my travels, I figure out more about myself. I get irritated quickly, I judge quickly, I might keep expecting too much.  I wanted to find the sense of life, wanted to have a purpose for keep going. Yet again I feel purposeless and alone.  I feel alone even when I'm surrounded by people I know.  I feel so deadly alone that it sometimes suffocates me and sometimes breaks me apart. Seems like I do not know who I am, I do not have a sense of self. I walk along the street like a shadow or a passing wind.  I pass and walk into nothingness.  Routine once saved me. Now it is eating me alive.  I'm always angry, I'm angry because I'm always scared. I'm always sad. I can't handle my emotions.  Feels like I might explode.  My explosion is near and so far away.

It was a long and a rainy day. My friend and I went for a walk along the river that was just in front of our Airbnb apartment, Which was perfect for our short stay.  

" I don't know why I don't know why We need to break so hard I don't know why we break so hard "

"Because maybe You're gonna be the one that saves me And after all You're my Wonderwall."