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actually-- im tired af . like seriously . im tired with me . im tired with all the circumstances , bit by bit . im tired to fight against me tbh :) like -- right now . im just waiting for some turning point for me to break down . and i also dont know when actually things gonna happen . u see-- before this . like some time ago . i felt way worst than this .  i was in a deeply deep sorrow with no ending downhearted . but yeah at some point-- when i started to open up . when--  i have some people trying to reach me out . its kinda felt nice . no word could delineate how grateful i was back then . and i being whom u see now . but there's a saying . " good times didnt last forever " right ?  i started to get tired u see-- if i go back to who i was before , did everyone still wanna befriended me ? this is me thinking stuff-- just stuff .. idk . its bothering me and i hate it so much :) i also know that the process to recover mental health is far more worse cause you have been t...

I have often thought that authors have the easiest job in the world . The artwork they make , after all , is just a few lines on a page , usually not even extending margin to margin -  How long would that take to even write poem , about five minutes ?  Maybe ten at the most, if you wanted it to rhyme or have a repeating meter . For a pieces of story ? tales ? fictional book ? take days maybe , Why ?  I could even start to write in the morning and produce a book of poetry by dinnertime . I could also start to compose story just as fast as the lightning touch the ground and finish to produce at least a book with 10 chapters in it by the end of the day . But we all know that it isn’t that easy. Anyone can come up with enough words finishing one piece , but the authors job is about writing the right ones .  The right words and story that will change lives , making people see the world somewhat differently than they saw . The right words can make a reader who relies on th...

  Hey bro ! I mean ... Hi . It's me . I mean .. Me .. , How am i being now ? Not that great , not that bad either , so-so . well... It is hard isn't it ? To understand me , to see the real me . I am still the same person dude , the insecure one ,  the one with the huge doubt for the world ,  the one who didn't care about people whereabout , The one who seems strong but deep inside , The one who craved such enormous sum of attention from others . A little bit of it should be fine I guess . A little that fine for me to assume that people still care about me :) . Hmm.. Hey ! yeah ... It's still me . I need you to see me now or whenever ,  To sit , chat and get to know me , I need you to break down the brick that I welded . The huge block that I build to protect myself . I need someone who can break it and see inside it . The one who can held my hand , and told me that it's all fine , That everything is gonna be okay , That I don't need to count on it anymore . Yup ...