today i feel like writing.
a week has flown by slow. i feel like it has been ages since everything has changed. and i have been feeling lonely and empty ever since, frankly.
i have been wondering of so many whys. and i'm figuring out still. what kind of test is this? most of all, i feel unfair when i dont have the chance to choose even at the first place. fate already did for me.
i am unstable af now. i dont know how i will endure this alone.
in those littlest things i secretly cherish,
i still found happiness in this agony.
although it would only last for 10 seconds before the reality slaps me,
it matters.
because you matter.
love,
the one who used to get all of your attention
