immediate reactions

Sometimes, you just can’t find the right words to say when the person on the other line starts sobbing and sniffing. hearing someone cry makes me hurt. It’s probably because I’m much of a crybaby. I relate to most people a lot. And yeah, it does hurt.

Times like these make me want to rush to some place else where a big, huggable pillow and a really comfortable blanket is waiting for me. In other words, my bed. I admit, I cry a lot. It helps ease the pain… and maybe, the loneliness too.

I don’t really cry for myself. It’s sometimes for others who tend to freak out especially if they’ve done something really dangerous. I cry for broken people who can’t fix themselves, for scholars who doesn’t seem to understand time management, for pre-occupied and really pitiful individuals. I’m probably one of them, anyway.

I’m not so sure if I really understand them. It’s just that I know because I’ve been that way one time or another. I don’t elly care what happens after. Usually, people smart up, but mostly, they just give up - like me.

It’s just hard to go on. I once hoped it won’t end. Now, dementors are sucking the happiness out of me. That’s just it with life. You don’t always get what you want.