And when the night embraces me with such darkness, and the silence fill in, I can feel my sadness.

This chaotic world has brought me nothing but pain. But here I am, still standing not so tall but managing.

The year is almost over and my dreams are coming together. I am acting tougher than I was yesterday but deep down, I know I'm still bleeding for the love that I've lost because of such differences.

I can pretend all day but there's this limit that I normally tap whenever no one's watching. Being brave is scary. It makes me vomit sometimes. But it is what it is. I have to make ammends with my mistakes and live another day as if the world is just so perfect.

I'll be fine soon. Well, I've been telling that to myself for almost a quarter of this year and I guess I can now convince myself.

I've got no more tears left to shed I'd just better cover myself with this dirty blanket and have a forced ugly sleep.