Weightless

It's something about the state of mind that makes the person think badly of themselves when the night creeps in. I'm one of those people. I'm not alone. I make up scenarios in my head of what could happen, how would I continue and what type of shattered person would I be.

I like my ordinary life. I get excited when something dramatic happen. I'm not ready. I'm grateful. I'm sympathetic. So much that I feel like I need to hold other people's griefs on my shoulders. I feel helpless. Useless and weak. I need to stay happy or else my walls come crashing down.