so many things i want to say, but they remain as voices in my head.
most of the times, im not even able to form full sentences to write abt them. they are like phantom thoughts. cant see them, but they are there, weighing me down.
staring at this empty white space when im supposed to be marking.
still dont know what to write.
oh well…………. im supposed to feel blessed that im still alive and kicking right.
everyday feels heavy. the place i go back to is a house, not a home. is it unfilial of me to want to leave everything behind and go somewhere else, start my own life? to not have to think about it because it is not something i can fix anymore………?