ghost

why can't i ever fucking speak what's on my mind? why is it so impossible for me to articulate the thoughts that eat away at me from the inside out? i hate having these doubts. i hate having these second thoughts. i hate having all of these worries. i resent thinking in general. i hate that my mind ventures into all these unknown places when it's evident that there's nothing but troubled minds and worried hearts out there. there's a reason as to why i created this concrete jungle within me. there's a reason why i sit behind all of these beautifully plastered walls. i hope one day, someone will break them down and demolish them for good. i can't stand being here anymore. i can't stand thinking anymore.