& harder to breathe, under the same roof.
I wish i can dig a hole underground, squeeze in & never get out again.
Everything seems so hurtful now, even my own family.
I hate being the one scolded when i'm not in the wrong & i hate not being understood.
but some things are just so hard to say out, what should i do?
I may be enjoying myself when i'm out of my nest, not brooding over what i'm going to face when i return to square one.
But what happens when i am at my own nest?
Everything rewinds & rewinds again, without stopping.
It's just that, this time ; with a different reason.
Or should i say, different reasons with an identical interest.
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