It's one of those nights, listening to an extremely sad song, feeling totally miserable inside.
Probably having another quarter life crisis now.
I don't even know how to express myself anymore.
Heart feels numb, lifeless.
Mind feels aimless, lost.
Eyes sore from the tears.
Soul felt an invisible pain.


I dunno, but I felt different upon my return from Europe.
I felt so carefree there, so relaxed, so contented.
Felt like a brand new person.
For the first time, I wasn't thinking of killing myself while I was there.


It was such a huge dream of mine to leave my footsteps in Italy.
And now, I've achieved that. But somewhere somehow inside became sadder than ever once I've left Italy.
Probably the thought of coming back to reality made me depressed.
It was like a fantasy for 10 days in Europe.
Coming back to reality was a bitch.