I open my mouth, but nothing came out.
There are just so many things I want to say, but I don't know how to say.
After so long, I still cannot believe this is happening to me. Every morning I wake up and ask myself, "Is this really reality?"
I want to believe that God has a far better plan for me, for my future, but I can't help dwelling on here and now.
I want so much to vent my hatred and my anger, but I know there is no point in doing that.
Then, what do I do? I can't do much, except to stare into space and think, and think, and think.
After so long, I still cannot believe this is happening to me. Every morning I wake up and ask myself, "Is this really reality?"
I want to believe that God has a far better plan for me, for my future, but I can't help dwelling on here and now.
I want so much to vent my hatred and my anger, but I know there is no point in doing that.
Then, what do I do? I can't do much, except to stare into space and think, and think, and think.