So it goes.. yet we ought to keep living
I noticed the times I felt most inspired to write is when my thoughts and feelings are being too overwhelming to cope.
It’s amazing and remarkable how we are capable of being emotionally attached to someone’s presence in our life.
Is the cost of love ever worth it? Does the joy of connection outweigh the agony of losing? Questions that we will never have answers to
This is a rather unhinged record of something born out of insomnia, a messy mind mixed with raw feelings of fear and helplessness exposed by the human urge to regurgitate all out in the form of legible sentences.
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