One random day, all the emotions I have been trying to keep up with suddenly hit me. The pain I have been holding onto for so long fills me with a guilt I try desperately not to think about. Lately, everything has felt pointless. Days pass like minutes, and you have no one to talk to about what you’re going through. Though I seem fine, there are things I cannot explain—like my emotional instability, my insecurities, and the temptation of being alone while still wanting the warmth of being loved and pacified. Why can’t I be devoted to these feelings? Why do people around me act so recklessly, as if I am a bare-minimum creature? Why are they always so heartless with me? What did I do to deserve this wrath? Haven’t I been trying to be just myself? I only want someone to feel the shallowness trying to breach me from within and understand the light I am hoping for. I do not wish to be sealed in the darkness of memories I have been collecting and saving, thinking that maybe one day the strings of blood may shed and flow—circulating through my heart and evoking the thunder of a solaced storm.

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