I know I’m weak . I run away and avoid at all costs rather to face the truth. I make empty promises to myself to let myself tide over the period soon. I try my best to look at the positive side right now. Whatever there is, I’ll make the best out of it. Whatever that is gone, I’ll try my best to forget all about it.
I think I’ve found something new, surprising, a little. Time would get me pass through . It doesn’t really affect me anymore in any way. I’ve learnt to do what I like and not to conform myself. I’m tired of how people look at me, bored of how much I try to set a good impression.
No more of these, I do what I love and show whatever my heart’s feeling. Tears have long dried up, dreams have long been crashed, the heart has been submerged for too long. Breathe in hard and deep, move on . I think .. ..
I’m not the one struggling, no I’m not, no .. no ..
.. might be the one ..
not taking any chances yet .
