been cried for a long time, then two days ago I've cried again. That was not a surprising thing, but all the surprise went to the moment I realised that I am all alone. I was on vehicle and there was raining outside. I suddenly cried and I just didn't know why.
We all have secrets. Untold stories, unexpressed feelings, unbeatable egos. But that doesn't really matter to me, because I don't trust anybody.
Sometimes tireless human is the most exhausted one.
Then I think about this one: maybe this is my limit to feel that I am all okay.
But I don't protest.
I'm just feeling stagnant.