u/Mango_ose

I’m supposed to be at the start of my journey, yet why must I carry such burden on me for the rest of my life? I wish I would’ve made different choises- though probably nothing would have made the difference in the end. I wish to escape the life I’ve lived and start a new one. But I’m stuck somewhere between the past and the future. There’s no such thing as present time.

I wish nothing of it would have never happened, because they live in me. All the terrible moments. I try to hide from them in the corner of my room but I can feel them staring through the walls. I close my eyes and feel everything at once. I could’ve been bright, I could’ve made wonders. But I’m still stuck in that corner.