"We can NEVER love someone, until we love ourself, isn't it?"
Haunted by guilt, exhausted by fear. There stood that man, looking for nothing he lost. Doing his routine, being himself, but never truly was. Deep inside he feel so sorry, he feel ashamed. He'd done terrible, he thought, and he lost every piece of his mind, he said.
Why do world has to be this cruel, he said.
Nobody was cruel to him. His friends are good, yet lovable. He has good family, sufficient wealth, doing good with his study, though getting worse cause of overthinking, but surely everything works well. Aint he be ungrateful? Some may judge so. But no, he got no clue either. He was just feeling really bad for losing his feeling. He want to flee but he got no path. He need to scream to burst all his explosive and outrageous madness. But he just wont.
It is himself. He forgot how to love.
