an empty carousel at sunset
My own piece of cyberheaven used as a medium to express my misery in life or to display my lame attempts at being substantive.
Sunday, November 12, 2017
3:55 AM
Days, weeks, months
Waking up, hitting the snooze button thrice
Putting on my nude lip stick
Lazing away behind a desk for 8 hours

I feel jaded. I'm uninspired. I've grown weary.
Things have been a routine and somewhere I lost myself.


3:22 AM
There comes a point in your life where you get tired of people, of their lies, of all their alibis. Despite all the help and advice, they choose to turn a blind eye and go back to their own little bubble of delusion and paranoia. There's no way of talking sense. They weave false realities out of your words. They wallow in self-pity and you have to shoulder the blame. 

If by chance we do cross paths in the future, do know that the friendship I offered was genuine. But you chose to do ill. I leave no room for people who are capable of such. 

You tried to destroy me, but by doing so, you only destroyed yourself.