Breath stinks

Borrowed happiness wasn't the best idea.
It sucked out too much from me.
I haven't seen the morning bustling in this light for some time.
23
It's been a pretty rough year and I can't really forsee how the next 365 days going to be.
Don't think the darkness will go away but I guess I'm getting pretty used to it.
I need time.
I need to reverse time.
So much regrets to the things I've done.
So much pain I've gone through alone.
Who hears?
Who have heard the screams in my head?
Who can feel what I'm really feeling?
But then again, how much can I feel for other people.
It's logically unfair for people hear me if they have their own head to worry about.
Yet, sometimes I wonder how much pain they have gone through.
This sem feels like it's going to be all too different.
I shiver at the thought of school.
At the ability of how school just takes thoughts away and distracts you from it.
I don't think I should avoid what my head is telling me sometimes.
Climbing can be a great distraction.
Alcohol too.
But alcohol works both way, it can either be a distraction or it can be a gateway to how I'm feeling.
Not really in the best state to blog now.
Shall stop this right here.