Grieving, stress, and getting weak.
I don't feel like waking up, but I need to do it as I have lots of work;
Not work like what carpenters do every week,
But a kind of work where I fool the people around me and answer them like "I am okay," even though inside me is in berserk.
Crepuscular: stood up in bed and until I laid again.
Crepuscular, I'm just fooling people, pretending to be okay even though I am not.
Crepuscular, it feels like I am dead but need to strive hard to pretend to be alive and more humane.
Crepuscular, a twilight, an hour from dawn to dusk, and all I did is to work a lot.
What is the point of showing them your emotions? They will just judge you, right?
This is what I ask all the time, from dawn to dusk—the whole crepuscular.
Overthinking the actions I did is also one of my works—make myself benight.
I can see the light of the whole crepuscular, but all I can see is my dark smiling face that is so bizarre.
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Lesson: As I said in the previous chapters, everything had ups and downs. When I was in the situation like waking up just to predent to be okay in front of them, it was hard, it was suffocating. Not until I learn to talk to myself by writing a novel and sees my novels as my reservoir where I can give them my problems and they will take that away from me. So, instead of bothering other people, why not try to find a hobby of yours or a hidden potential of yours that makes you turn your problems into an art that makes your CREPUSCULAR WORK into a productive and meaningful one.
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THE ANXIETIES THAT TAUGHT ME (A SELF HELP BOOK)
PoetryThe collection of original poems of mine, lessons I've learned through my own poems, and challenges I'd went through just to defeat my problems and anxieties. I wrote these pieces whenever the monster named anxiety tried to break my core again. Take...
