Anguish.
Sorrow.
Despair.
I pity myself. I want to give up...
Assuming is the best sanctuary if you want to escape the harshness of reality. You can create thoughts that will surely lure your soul to be happy. Everything is fine, awesome and according to plan. But the brutal part comes when your euphoric thoughts can no longer battle veracity. In just a snap, everything’s gone like a black hole sipping you merciless. Now you’re thrown to a nightmare with a little chance of waking up.
As of now, I don’t know how I will dissolve the thoughts that I made. All I can feel is pain, disappointment, bleakness and hopelessness. But don’t worry; you have no responsibility why despair embraces my soul. It’s me who risked the friendship and made an egotistic move. Now, I can’t even show my face to you nor beep you through phone. I’m sorry for making you feel uneasy. The wounds we unconsciously made to each other really need a long time to heal. Like what you have said, space is the best drug for this.
‘Til we meet again my friend…
... and this time is for real.