Dear Diary (1)
Here I am again. Another day, and another meaningless morning of me not knowing what’s the point of living such a life. Why is the idea of "living" so tiring anyway? People cannot cope with my emotional fallouts, and barely can I. I wish I could feel peace, even if it's for one day. What is it like to enjoy the birds chirping instead of getting enslaved by your inner demons?
Lots of love,
Samaa