“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”
-Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
Some days, I sail through a calm portion of the sea, and some days I sailed through strong current waves. This week has been quite a roller coaster kind of ride, in the sense that I've been fighting with depression and self loathing, thus, surviving dull days and procrastination.
Mixed episodes, I hate it. I am a kind of girl who's not gifted in putting my thoughts and feelings into written words, hence, I try my best.
I feel so alone, I've always felt this way I guess.
I can't understand myself nor explain myself to anyone and even myself. I hate this too! The perks of having bipolar disorder. It sucks.
I feel so alone, I've always felt this way I guess.
I can't understand myself nor explain myself to anyone and even myself. I hate this too! The perks of having bipolar disorder. It sucks.
