Phobia.

I don't even have the strength to scream.

Ever since that moment, my wolrd started to turn upside down. Cause I need to face what I finally get over after so much trying and so much time, in a merely impossible space soon, again. Mess up. Screw up. I miss the days in Turkey, at least I could keep myself from reality for a while. I can't express my feeling. I feel so weak now.

I hate to be so slow and dumb in every situation. Waver. Nobody has a perfect life, and so to me. I don't complaint. It's just expectations always kill. You were right, I got no guts. Yes, I don't want to face it. Who could I lean to? Nobody. Cause everyone ends up leaving. And for those staying, I can't. I really can't. I feel so dead inside. And, I don't know what to do. Tongue tied. Oh no, I'm still, so weak. All I can't see are scars and fear. My mind is in a mess and I got no idea to describe it.

I couldn't help myself from being so, depressed and lost.

''I know. I really know. Just answer it, and cry.''

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