Talking to the Moon

At night when the stars
light up my room
I sit by myself

Talking to the Moon
Try to get to You
In hopes you're on
the other side
Talking to me too
Or am I a fool
who sits alone
Talking to the moon

when will that be?

Fourty mins past 7, 0n bus no. 5 heading home. The world seems falling hard on me. I look upon the sky and glance at the moon that trying so hard to shine but the dark sky just cover it all up, stealing all the limelight. Thats excatly how i felt now.

First time ranting about my work on blog which i din knew it would come so soon. Is definately not much of a good sign. 2 months of work but it felt like 2 years, trying to find a point to justify. All i could remember is negative comments, trying hard to pacify vendors, boss,clients and internal creative team. I hate those diginity so much that it eats up everthing within me.

I start to doubt myself so much not knowing what's wrong. That's sound kinda sad, i know. Looking at those commuters ard me and i wonder, wonder wonder..

When my tears almost fall, you almost reflect on my mind. Maybe u r the only one left in the world who think i'm smart in a way or another.

Work just sucks so much tt i wish i get chock by drinking bubble tea during work.
Guess what now. I just missed my bus by looking at it driving pass me. L.i.f.e

First post on e go via mobile. Bye!

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you & I both

The start of Nov

Not that I realised while flipping through the calendar

Neither do I saw the date on my watch

Only to realised when the cold wind blow

I could also smell the rain almost every night

hoping to bring myself into deep sleep.

I yearn for a table surrounded by friends with good food.

Praying for friends with a safe year end trip

My heart pound a sec faster when I see a blue icon box pop up from the right,

indicating your name.

We are all pretenders, pretending to be happy until we forgot if sadness was even in us.