Everything was perfect until all those bastards destroyed him. And when he falled, I shattered. Back then, I use to get what I wanted. My house (although its five-room) is very big. From my seven sunday beach green and white striped rocky chairs to the big projector as my tv, to a glass separated section of dining room and a long hallway connecting rooms. This was my house I use to have. Not until the day when my parents decided to move, he cracked and I shattered.

Those of you who has heard the whole story of my background would probably realize the stress im facing. The race that I doubt I can finish. My story seemed impossible to most and is pretty much found like a novel but, no. It happened to me.

The poem I cant construct, the work I cannot touch, the bag I cannot pack, the picture I tried to fill with colours.

Sometimes, I would secretly tell myself im the only child every now and then. But, no, everytime after I gave deep thoughts, no. He is still in the same identoty to me. No stranger even though we severed ties. After all these years, how could I say no?

Back then, I would happily go to bed, watching the night sky, hugging all my boosters, with my maid to tuck me in. Freedom, choice and a contented life. But, ever since that day, I cried myself to sleep in nights, fear the day tmr, hug my boosters in fright I would not wake the 2nd day and that I would see him. This is what I fear the most. Follow-up, I use to find time with my friends to slack arnd, giving shit to teachers and going home not talking to anyone. We use to have time tgt, like all of us but now, no. We go our separate ways and we barely pass a long, nice and sweet convo.

I would pretty much like to cut my kite's strings but everytime I bring myself to it, the string wont snap. This tells me smth, this is my life and im going to live it to the fullest. But i did tried to accept it, uve turn into a monster I cannot recognize. How many times must I cry for you? I pray for you, I care bout you, do you know? You turned into smth, hideous...

My life, my rule. How long will I walk on? I hope tmr is all well. Owell, we'll see each other again. But this time, I'll try not to look at you.