I've been questioning myself alot lately. I've been contemplating whether I should just give up trying to figure it all out. I've been so fixated on trying to rewind the past. Not realising the present has arrived. This love's paper thin and the scar hurts my skin. why?
So, this holidays were filled with redundant meet-ups with strangers-turned-friends that turned rather fun. Now, on the September 11th, I'm going to confess that I miss introducing myself to a complete stranger. I miss taking off my mask of disguise and be myself. I miss trusting strangers. I miss them saying I wasn't what they thought I was. I miss waiting for messages. I miss getting to know someone knew. I miss socializing. I miss the fact that I may have liked that stranger. Yet, I never want to reveal this facade to the strange world of people ever again.
To attack, I hope you're reading this, I don't love you, like I did yesterday.