what actually happened in 2020
This year is quite chaotic but in a sweet way. In January, I ran away from home. I fought with my family, got lost for a week. I’ve had returned home but nothing has changed. I had suicidal thought, cried in the train, had insomnia, fucked with someone’s boyfriend, being called a whore (yes bitch I deserved it), I didn’t feel anything and just tried to live until February. That’s what I thought. In February, my family was so much better. I quit smoking, didn’t dye my hair, I had enough sleep, met new friends, but still in love with someone’s boyfriend. Well, that’s shit. I got the train at 6 am everyday, had classic talks with some random passengers, arrived at school at 7 am. I studied until 4 or something, and got home at late night. On the way home, I used to cry a lot in the train. I cried for no reason. Like I couldn’t pinpoint where’s hurt, but it felt so damn hurt. I was pretty sad and lonely for 29 days straight. In March, I had practical project and shit. It was fun but ...