If my life was a storybook

I wonder which genre it would be. Would you be in that story. Or would you be the protagonist that would give me a sweet warm home or an antagonist that would make my life meaningless or would you be a nobody.

If only we knew, right?

Melding the sadness

I wonder why am I so particularly disturbed tonight. Maybe I might be suffering from an emotional breakdown.

It's as though I don't understand how this world works anymore, 19 years and growing yet I still have no clue. There's just so much question on my mind right now. So much so that all these unhappy thoughts are lurking in and I'm torn asunder.

They say relationships grows a person, yet I have no clue as to what might happen in the future, I can't differentiate what's right or wrong anymore. I'm lost. The next step seems too far away to even vision in my mind.

I realised I never had to handle failures in a way that many other people faces problem with. But disappointment is something I can't seem to adapt with, it feels surreal yet in reality it is there. Real, deadly and painful.

I wonder how long would this feeling linger, may it be gone soon and let me have peace. Life would've been so much better if there were someone whom truly understands.