exactly 11 hours to flight, missed muchos. sigh. time seems to pass soooooo sloww.

you lay your hands upon the cold door knob and close your eyes. the earth spins, you pull yourself back. you twist the knob and squeak open the oak door only to find blank space you walk out onto the seemingly colder floor not knowing what's going on everyone's running around you smelt panic in the air you walk around and your heart sinks you look down with eyes close and you realise what's going on. you try to hold back the tears. but a tear drop falls anyway and the rain follows after you sit down in the corner with rain pouring and drenching you but you can't be bothered you look at your scarred wrists and the blood still flowing from your legs you hug your knees and hope tomorrow'll be a better day you sit there shaking in the cold hoping it'll be better some day.

someday.
i love you.