It's my birthday today. And the feeling is familiar. So familiar I can smell the scent of yesterday. I was in the same place. Roaming around. Alone. I know I should have been used of being alone. And no way, there's nothing wrong or sad with being alone. But right now, I feel like I'd explode anytime. My heart's so heavy. I feel like I am alone, literally, my whole life. I AM NOT HAPPY.
Few years ago, I also felt this sadness. I thought that would be the last time. But I was wrong. The shadow of loneliness keeps haunting me. It always has unfinished business with me. Fake laughters must have deceived me. Just to find out, I'm still not happy. Or was I ever?