Deonthenotsomighty

Recently, i have been thinking about the past.
Many times, things are so blur, so vague.
I hardly know what was i doing back then.

I duno what the past has done to me.
But it has  left a shadow in me.
I tell people jokingly,
how i felt of my past.
i wasnt laughing inside.

i never did anymore,
not really.

I feel like time has stop on me.
Everyday feels the same.
Same faces, same emotions.
Same route, same voices.
I don’t know where i am going.

i always hope no 1 sees me on the street.
NO ONE.

It feels terrible not feeling anything.

A laugh is not a laugh, a joke is not a joke.
even the sorrows seems unreal.