I don’t know what can make me happy anymore. Sad, but absolutely true. Everything is just… Okay. I take it one day at a time, going in circles. Everyday is a routine. Everyday is just a stepping stone towards the next day.
I learned that a tough shell is still important. I thought that I’ve finally overcome the shield I dragged ever since I was young. I took it down for a moment. I was glad and excited for it to happen once more. But then I was moved to a different place - a different world. A place where everybody does the same thing everyday. A place where everybody concluded that it was their home. I tried taking with me the softness I found within me. Only to be scratched by the truth that it will not do any good.
They ruin you.