People say that I'm confident. People say that I'm always happy. People say that I have no worry. But they don't know how I am at night. Hiding behind the blanket, drowning myself into the scariest, darkest thought that had been consuming me for years. And cry myself to sleep.
A storm during Christmas Eve. Who knows whether it's a good thing or a bad thing. I crawled lazily towards the window and opened the curtain which already felt cold along with the freezing window of this small and really cheap studio apartment room. This non-stop storm since 2 days ago not only made the window … Continue reading 8 O’clock Symphony