I have to do everything ordinary even though at the back of my mind I know, it’s all pointless and temporary.
I remember how you looked away from my eyes, too scared to fall in love.
As cliché as it sounds, every time you face a breakdown, pause for a minute and breathe.
Today, six years later, I still do not know where I am or what I am doing. I’m lost in this dreary maze of being alive and not existing at the same time.