Feeling Dead Inside

It’s been so long since I talked about Love, Hate, anger, anything. Any emotion! I am quite capable of keeping myself busy with the music and endless entertainment shit out there. It quite sounds like running away, isn’t it? But there is one question, “Who doesn’t want to be happy?”, Why do I have to be sad or angry or upset. Let me just change the scene and laugh over my emotions. It sounds abnormal, but it works all the time. I have been on this drug for the past year.
Now I could see things getting over my head. While trying to escape the present, my past and present joined hands to chock me against the wall. It’s a matter of time before getting squeezed by the emotional trash I filled in there. There is no place to run and hide. All the music sounds the same, every finger pointing at me, running out of options on the ground, just life looks like a book of shuffled alphabet. Woah, Woah, tears falling on my cheeks…

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Indeed, this new kind of harmony is simply addictive. Hmm, I don’t feel anything now. Life & book, oh! Cut the drama crap, Going now bye.!