I’m putting myself in misery right now, but I’m putting up a fight with myself. WITH MY OWN DARN SELF I’m a fucking mess.
Why? Because I don’t know why such things are happening to me right now… Ironically, the story I’m writing right now got its way to reality and now, I felt what my character felt. Maybe it’s a way for me to describe her feelings better, but why? If the story I’m writing will be a reality, then why don’t I feel like I’m gonna have a happy ending? What’s happening to me right now is only the heart break of my character, and her best friend’s comfort for her is excluded. *deep sigh* Until when will I be like this?