But now, I have the whole world wishing along with me.
It’s just one of those days. When you feel so alone. You’re not the only one in the world, but it just feels as if you try to speak, but no one can understand what you’re trying to tell them. It feels like your message means nothing to them. You say that you forgive them, but can we really forgive ourselves? Are we just in denial? We have such depression, such anger, within ourselves that we cannot make ourselves even believe that we are depressed or angry. It feels as if you have so much to say,-up phrases to hide what we’re feeling inside, just to make people believe us. but you just don’t know if you’re capable of letting it out or not. How can we sit alone in such darkness and think that everything will turn out absolutely fine? With so much uncertainty and confusion, we just don’t know how we can come in contact with such emotion. What’s the point of waiting for something, when you it doesn’t even come out in the end? Some people just don’t know. We come up with back-up phrase to cover up what we feel, just to make others believe that we are completely capable of handling our own lives. When in reality, we’re not. And sometimes, it all just ends up in three simple words: I don’t know.