To you, whom I've heard so much about from Pei Sun, I believe I need to clear this up. I'm sorry, but there really isn't going to be anything happening okayy. Everything is neither complicated nor simple, because really, there isn't anything to begin with. Please. I ask nicely of you, to go on. You know there is so much more to life.
Thanks. Like I said, safe trip back.
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And to you, I'm hurt. And I think that is all I can really say.
Last night after offing the lights and getting into bed, I found myself staring flat straight at the ceiling above me. As my eyes adjusted to the darker lighting so I could make out the features of my room ceiling, a million thoughts ran through my head. Suddenly I realised that that very moment reminded me so much of the times so long ago when I lay in bed awake each night, reminiscing every single moment of my past. Crying. I wondered if I cried then too, it would make me feel better. I searched my feelings, my thoughts and my heart... and could not find the will to cry.
I wonder, which is worse. Being sad and crying about it, or being sad and not being able to cry about it?
I think I know the answer now.
Give me a high-rise building to loiter on while I ponder whether to jump off or not.
Last night after offing the lights and getting into bed, I found myself staring flat straight at the ceiling above me. As my eyes adjusted to the darker lighting so I could make out the features of my room ceiling, a million thoughts ran through my head. Suddenly I realised that that very moment reminded me so much of the times so long ago when I lay in bed awake each night, reminiscing every single moment of my past. Crying. I wondered if I cried then too, it would make me feel better. I searched my feelings, my thoughts and my heart... and could not find the will to cry.
I wonder, which is worse. Being sad and crying about it, or being sad and not being able to cry about it?
I think I know the answer now.
Give me a high-rise building to loiter on while I ponder whether to jump off or not.
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