#861
I'm trying to recall my sweet past. Where at my worst I still could go out and alive. When I care for less. When I get hype with my day. When I don't feel hurts being hurting. When I could take things for granted. When alone is not lonely. I miss that whole night conversation, I miss the moment when I know where to run who should I return to. I miss to be strong without this soaked eyes. I'm tired. I'm exhausted. I'm fainted.