Even if I knew it would lead to this, I still did it. And sometimes, it’s too late to regret.
I need a shoulder to cry on, a pillar to lean against and someone to be there for me, with me to hold up against the storm. But that person isn’t here.
Isn’t it impossible to be numb to life. Aren’t we suppose to feel? But somehow at such an age I seem to have lost my taste for it.