So goodbye, she said. I’m going home.

I feel helpless.

It’s perhaps awfully tiring, to bear the weight of all these unspoken words. Will the day come, when I’ll make up my mind to leave all of it behind and move on without looking back ever again? They all say I shouldn’t worry too much about the future because no one can predict what’s gna happen. The present is all that matters now. Yes, but what I’m worrying about is the future that my present state of mind sees. It’s not the future that will 100% happen, I’m no fortune teller. So how can I live with it if the future of my present mind is affecting me now? Complicated much? That’s the reason behind all of my silence, the reason I’m dying inside but no one knows. Who’d understand me? When my ability to put messages across to people fails me, I have to try so hard and they don’t even get it. It’s not even worth it anymore.