My mind is getting out of control. It's taking me away from sleep, rest, and happiness.
I ask myself: Why is it that now I am doing what I love and I feel so empty?
Most of the time, I am too tired to think. I feel like there are endless demands, from people in and out of the circles. And I can't cope with them anymore.
I want to be left alone. I want quietness.
I don't want to answer your questions.
I don't want to listen to your voice.
I don't want to hear your shouts.
I don't want to see your face.
If every day when I wake up, I can only think about the things I don't want to see or hear and how I can avoid them, what's the meaning of it all?
Right now, I don't have any answers either.
I feel suppressed. And I want to break it.
Life. It doesn't make sense.
