Twenty five
"I am still 25".
Convincing myself that sentence everyday, that I am still a 25 years old person is pretty exhausting, but the fact that I have wasted all the moments when I was 22, 23 and 24. That's why, I have no choice, plus, I only want to make sure that I am happy.
How desperate I am? I admit, I'm desperate, Happiness was almost extinct from my life dictionary. Almost. But I revived it, little by little.
I know, I still have a long way to go. Mine is different, so do others.
But paranoid comes whenever my mind is not occupied with productive matters. And I'm getting sick of it, that almost I developed chronophobia.
But my body needs rest, I can't ignore.
I'm afraid. I'm missing some people. I want to go to a place called, home.
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