Nothing’s right.

Today. I just wanna talk. I know it’s gonna be a soliloquy, but here I am. So, hey. What’s up? Everything okay? Huh what? Okay? This word has vanished from my dictionary. Well… what do I say? I’ve become a complete mess. My life’s a complete mess. What’s wrong? You can tell me.¬†Well… I don’t…

Eccedentesiast.

Failures pushed her. She saw no hope. It wasn’t a great day; but like most of the days she felt what nobody ever understood. ‘Building special memories?’, she thought was just a misnomer. The urge to scream ended up with nail marks on her hand. The clutter she had built ended up with blood on…

Tough to get up.

Days went by. Time never stopped. It was getting tougher. She wasn’t prepared to face anything that came towards her. Failures had already pulled her down many times, she was afraid that this could be the next.  Every single time she gathered the pieces and tried to get up, someone/something pushed her with a larger…