I realize I stopping writing for ages. Why? In an ideal scenario, I would want to but I can't seem to have the mood to do what I used to do. I feel like my life have stopped, like a broken clock, waiting to be fixed. But probably going to be thrown away like garbage.
Feeling very upset the minute I woke up. It's certainly ain't helping my condition but what can I do? Everything is stuck inside, can't even vent it out. If I vent it out, pain engulf me physically, if I don't vent it out, it's stuck inside my heart swallowing me whole.
Sickness makes one very lonely...nobody can understand what you are going through.
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