Forget.

I think it’s equivalent to an earth-shattering feeling.

It’s like you try so hard to make yourself so perfect but someone, somebody has that ultimate power to blow it up all over your face.

Sometimes it feels like it makes no sense. What exactly am I doing this for?

Being compared is obviously inevitable, but they need to understand that it hurts to be compared.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt this exhausted. My entire self is drained, tired and forgetting what it feels like to carry a proper conversation with my conscience. Because if I had my mind in the right place, I wouldn’t be in this predicament.

I want to have my own piece of mind to scream out loud, just for tonight, that I don’t want to do this anymore.

And tomorrow, I’ll get up and do it all over again.