Empty Rooms. Empty.

I have grown so much different from the old Nat who used writing to express herself when left with nothing else to do. I have created someone new. I tried to bring her back but I can’t. Maybe the least thing I could now is to create someone better than who I am now unless I go the other way around.

It’s usually during this kind of time back then when I feel like screaming and I need to talk to people. Right now, I have no one else but you. I am in the middle of my shift and I am having a difficult time sleeping, my chest is heavy like someone is pinning me down and all the thoughts are colliding in my head and it feels like it is about to burst.

These four walls of emptiness gives a man time to think.

And I really need you to listen.

I need you to listen to me, to tell me everything is going to be okay. To tell me things are gonna be just fine. To tell me to stop crying and worrying coz it seems like the tiredness and pressure and the world is making me feel like this. To tell me I can do it. To hug me. To make me feel better.  I don’t feel okay.

I am not okay again.