I am ironic in the sense that in the last few days I have craved for human connection but now that I am back with the people I love I just want to push it all away.
I want to leave again.
Go somewhere far away where no one knows me.
Where I can act different roles at any one time.
Sometimes it feels like my life is such a disaster.
But then again. I have always romanticise the idea of chaos.
At whenever it feels like my head is trapped under water, and suffocation claws up my throat:
I repeat the words – breathe. breathe. breathe. breathe.
All it does is ebb and flow and the cycle repeats.