It's going to be better.
I remember my life- young, carefree and wild. I miss the times when I could literally do whatever I desired and have anything that I wanted.
The days when Abel, Benedict and I would go to each other's house everyday just to play our pokemon toys and create storylines for every single creature. The days when we still had time to let our imagination run wild, and think of even the weirdest storylines ever. I really miss them- both the memories and the people I've met.
I hate how the society changes us as we grow up. I hate growing up, as it meant that we'll be tasked with more responsibilities. I hate being in charge of something, because I'll always have this fear of not getting things done perfectly and start to worry about all the insignificant things that don't really matter. I hate being taught on how to infer and to read between the lines, as it makes people think more, and overthink on even the slightest things. I hate wearing this mask everyday whenever I am seeing my friends. It's tiring, trying to fake a smile and pretend that everything's gonna be okay. It's driving me insane, closing one eye on things that may bite me back at my butt one day. One day. We always say that, as it brings a form of uncertainty and ambiguity in our answers. What if the day never comes and we're just overthinking it? What if.
When will I feel peace in my heart again?
You show me how it feels like to be lonely.
