One night, just one night…that moment when you don’t know what to do, you over thought things to the point that you make yourself feel bad. So many things cross your mind, without realizing it; you already have a tear falling down your cheek. You touch your cheek thinking:” am I crying, if I was fine just a moment ago? Of course, I’m not okay”. I just don’t want to accept it. I don’t want admit the fact that I’m an evil person, that’s how every night is like one after other.

Waking up and watching your reflect into the mirror, telling you it’s time to set up a new day that will be like the others…


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