27/08/2024
there's so much sentiments beneath the surface of each whispered sigh. but i couldn't seem to find the right words to express them. and it's honestly frustrating how i have so many thoughts but only few things to say. i miss writing. aside from thinking in silence—which i'm very good at, writing was the only thing i am passionate about. but now, it just feels empty. i mean, who would want a blank book? it's useless. it's like i am nothing without my words.