So something’s wrong with me lately, I’m not sure what. My mood swings are worse than Singapore’s weather. Tell me what’s wrong somebody? Huh? Right. Self-denial. Guess that’s what’s happening to me. I plaster a smile on my face, I smile, laugh and be happy. This artificial plastic surgery doesn’t quite last. Sometimes reality seeps in and slaps me in the face, crumbling my facade.

 

I hate my pretentious self lately. I brush it off like it doesn’t concern me, being all nonchalant about this whole thing. It’s time to stop. Not that it’s helping. The pain still feels so downright real.

I don’t need any form of comfort or sympathy from anyone right now. I just wna hurt, till it doesn’t anymore. Words left unsaid, questions left unanswered. Everything’s pointless now, let’s leave it at that. Let time heal all wounds. Will time heal me? Will time heal you? I hope time gets to you first.