Be Calm

Some things never change, right? I keep coming here although I know it's not the best thing to do.

I had a bad day.

 

I waited for three hours, only to eventually find out that I waited for nothing.

I was seeking help, help came in front of my eyes, but was taken away just a few minutes later.

I cried on the bus. Who hasn't done that before?

I tried to forget everything, those pair of eyes, that hurtful statement, I tried to mix my sweat with my tears by playing basketball under the scorching sun.

And I ended up here again feeling so miserable.

I'm such a weak person.