time: 3:59 am august 8th, 2017
occupation: crying, listening to a song, that is just so dear to me, the meaning behind it, wow. another restless night, another night of the week of regret, all the times i secretly cried in my room, while only one person is talking to me, i feel the whole world hears me, but then i think, i'm just a lonely human being in the middle of the earth, and nobody hears me, just myself, and my thoughts.
signed out: 4:02 am.
YOU ARE READING
~sadness throughout~
Poetrypoetry, (i think), about current life problems. and yes. these are sad.
