why do i feel like, crying?
and as pathetic as i can be, tears flowing out of my eyes when i type this out.
i wonder if i feel worn out all over again. or maybe because i have no will, nor accomplishment to pursue at the moment. everything seems to be tiresome and isn’t worth living. why is that? it’s not that i have an awful life to begin with. maybe a complicated, weary relationship. but i never had any other problem. but why facing my friend is never the same again, ever since the every-graduation that i had?
while sometime in a circle’s special occasions, some of people whom i’d want to forget keep chasing me with the same question, while people that i want to talk to never turn their back to me. whenever i want to meet my expectation, i always had to face something rather differently and it’s so unpleasing to bear. that’s probably why i feel tired to even wanting to want things. because it keeps going further instead of following my direction. what is dream anyway. it changes, often changes the moment you realize that it’s not possible for you. until when, when the wait will be over, i wonder. do they feel tired as they chase upon me?
will i get what i want, after i keep pretending to be friendly and welcoming them back? will the people i want to see, come after me when i do that? when my dreams resurrect after i throw out this heavy feeling? will i, after i get all of them, be happy?
can you be sure about that, ..?
how can you be so sure about that?
annex 