But it dissolved as soon as I got out.

I was ready to write it down, I even had proper sentences and such. Why does that always happen? I knew what I was feeling though.. that I was angry at the injustice happening all around us. But it’s not happening to me so why am I so affected? It’s just that.. it feels like there’s a lot happening during this pandemic but the truth is not much is really happening in our lives. We just sometimes want things to happen. It baffles me that people will go the extra mile to make other people’s life difficult.

I’m not sure exactly why but my heart is hurt at the moment, though I do have a little sense as to why. I always thought that I’m a strong person but when my mind takes a ride and think of everything negative, it never fails to trigger the waterworks. I want to be a positive and brave individual always but I can never be that because I am just human. Sometimes I feel weak and uncertain, even as I’m assuring others of good things. I think it doesn’t help people much but I still try. All we need is a little bit of love and hope, I guess.

I’ll be fine, I’m always able to comfort myself. I just cut a huge chunk of what I wrote because it felt too personal.