~ Braila.
I don’t even know where to shape my life. That's if I even have a life at all… I feel empty inside… yet somehow still alive. The silence haunts me.
No one has ever been there for me before since I was born. Or understood me. It was always just me. Don't know why that hurts so much. I'm supposed to accept what life gives me, right? I can't. Just can't. It's so hard to keep up with what life throws at you and still chase after what you want. Even though what you want keeps scratching and stabbing at you. Still, you fight it to be at your side.
Sometimes you ask yourself. What's it all about? What for? Why am I doing this? Shouldn’t I just let it be?
I knew the moment I met you I'd always adore you. This is my fault, isn't it? For wanting what I will never have. The love and c
