It’s not good. このままで、私は６年の自分を戻ちゃう・・
It’s so hard that I feel that there’s a really heavy rock that weighs a 100 ton pressing down onto my heart.
I can hear my own breathing getting slower and slower, and sometimes, I just forgot to breathe.
My tears will always hanging around in my eyes, but they’re too proud to fall on their own.
I can feel my blood draining away from my fingers as they gets colder and colder by the minute, just like my brain.
My heart is twitching so much so that my hands are hanging the the mid air, not knowing what I want to hold onto.
Smiling has never been such a difficult thing to do.
I feel like staying at home. I don’t want to go out anymore. I don’t want to listen to anyone anymore.
