I’m trying, I’m definitely trying this time.
You represent something I want but can’t have. My desire for you will never be fulfilled. I’m aware of this, but I cannot squash these emotions bubbling up whenever I see you.
Don’t be mistaken, I don’t like you. I just want you.
I want someone.
I just want someone to hold hands with and feel the warmth radiate from their body as I lie bedside them.
There I said it.
I do wish to be good at what I like doing, but it’s never really the case, and I can’t really do anything about it.
my heart is heavy.
I’m still waiting for that day, fool that I am.
Sometimes I do things, knowing full well that it is wrong, but it makes me feel good so I do it anyways.
Work out; go swimming; eat fruits; drink water
Sleep early; wake up with a smile; morning stretches
Eat breakfast; pack lunch
Attend class; commit to uni; do assignments
Read; Write; Plan; Act
Clean: room; wardrobe; bedsheets
Sleep is forever evasive.
A certain heaviness nestles itself into my ribcages, spreading out its weight evenly through the slits. It is not coming out and I cannot seem to find a way to remove it. It rustles in there, making itself at home, unaware that I am slowly losing my breath walking through this road.