There are alot of things I don’t tell people.
Which most probably will be brought to graves with me anws.
And I don’t think I’m ever planning on telling any single one, EVER.

Maybe I’m just lazy to eleborate those thoughts.
Maybe I just feel awkward to expose my secrets to even my best friends.
Maybe I don’t like being vulnerable.
Maybe I don’t wanna be so easily understood by others so that they can claim that THEY KNOW ME.

SO MANY SECRETS. SO MANY THOUGHTS.
It’s suffocating.

Some times, I wish for a someone to know exactly what my thoughts are even when I don’t say them out loud.
Like I can just hug them, cry all my guts out, and they knew instantly why I cried.

And some other times, I wish for a someone to discover all these untold secrets which I have no intentions of revealing.
Then I’ll  have no where to hide them anymore.
And maybe, just maybe, I’ll be so light and I can finally fly away.

I think the ugly twin is trying to break free from the pretty one cause she was never allowed to be shown to anyone.
I’ve gotten so used to the pretty one, I actually thought she was the only existing one.

Maybe for once she wants to be heard.
Without realising how truly ugly she really is.
And I pray to God, take the ugly one away.
And if you have to take the pretty one as well, I say God, by all means.

The pretty one doesn’t have the strength to fight the ugly one anymore.
Oh. Maybe tt’s what death is like.