Sometimes I wish time will slow down. Just a little bit will do.
Going back to hell isn't as easy as it seems.
It's pressuringsickirritatingshittyckedup.
You just have to face it by yourself.
Pouring out isn't gonna help.
Strength is what you need.
God knows what you'll turn into someday.
Heartless island.
At times, you just feel so tired of everything.
Of working so hard.
Of faking.
:'(
I can't wait to leave.
If only I was given a choice.
