Depressing night.

Rather unusual for me to be feeling this way because I haven't felt so shitty since a long time. it's 11:15pm and I'm lying in bed, staring at the ceiling in the dark and just having a need or rather an urge to scream my fucking lungs out to let everything out.

My feelings seem to be very much alive and they're like building up this huge tension in my chest like I'm about to explode. I need to fucking chill I know I really do but this time all I need is a really good listening ear who and a nice big box of tissues. 

Humans. Feelings. Emotions. What a bitch. Come and go as and when you like and then leave me hanging there expecting me to solve every single shit thrown in my direction.

You won't understand. No one will understand and neither am I expecting you to. 

Have a fucking good night everyone.