โSomewhere along the way, you grow tired of the world and of yourself. You forget your own reflection, and rest no longer feels like a cure. Tonight, I canโt tell if Iโm lost or just drunk.โ
In the mad world, peace feels illegal and every decision feels wrong, settling down feels like surrender.
What was supposed to mean nothing somehow meant everything, every meaning fades to nothing.
and somewhere along the way, I forgot what I even needed.
Dear Diary,
Today that feeling came back again. Itโs like Iโm sealed inside a glass cage, I can see everyone, and they can see me, but no one can actually hear my screams. I shout until my chest aches, yet the world keeps moving as if Iโm silent.