Hands are shaking again. On my knees. Practically begging for it to just.. implode. Let my heart slowly stop. Not really fine. Yet I repeat this mantra to the others. ‘Im fine, oh I'm fine.’ All lies. The only thing left in my heart is the love for the few. My fractured, fractured heart. Im so tired. Exhausted. Without ever being able to sleep. This natural insomnia as my thoughts explode once again. Once again. This plague. Infection. Spreading to my very core. Corrupting me. Only pure parts of me are the ones holding on to the love I gave. 1000 years.. of suffering. What I deserve and am sentenced to. Again. Till time ends. To all those who worry… im.. fine. Probably. Surely. Maybe. It’s all fine. Always. I shall be always basic. Surprised anyone could love me. But don’t worry about me. Anyone. Signing off, I don’t know anymore. -Tris.
