Mood swings happen all the time, u say. They will go away, u say. You're just a little upset and overreacting about everything. You should loosen up urself a little, you say. People say these sort of words all the time that i should've learnt how to keep them from going within. Within this fragile mind of mine that doesn't know how to distinguish between reality and dreams and novels and fairytales. The little mind of mine that kept on hoping—hoping that there will be someone. Or at least, something to keep me away from all these thoughts. The thoughts which were never discovered, the thoughts that have always buried themselves a little too deep. A little too dark, too far away from all the brightness, too far from normality.
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