Honestly, I'm beginning to loathe this state of my heart and mind. It's like a perpetual rite of passage that goes on and on. And all the mundane, boggling and painful recounts start the moment I get out of bed each morning. I have no idea where this is leading me to.
I'm tired to the very core of my being. I have so many questions, so many doubts and so many why-s ringing on the inside of me. Yet I don't know what I should do with them.
This space is increasingly becoming an outlet for the let-off of my emotions.
Bad.
