Empty.

When it was so chaotic for over a week. I know the chaos is still there, but is suppressed somehow. I really don't have the heart to ask for the answer, and going in circles trying to understand them, if I managed to get any. And to think that the answer might not be something I wanted to hear... Well, let's just stay this way.

I'm not one to ignore things, and pretend nothing is happening. I hate that kind of thing. Usually, I'd rather be crying and getting angry as long as I can get it done and over with. But not this time, not this one. I wonder why.

Although it's now empty, there is this heavy feeling of keeping things unsettled. I hate it. It's like I'm carrying extra luggage all the time, and it's slowing me down. But then again, I can't bring myself to even talk about it, without losing control and getting angry unnecessarily. 

Oh well. Sometimes even I wanted to run away from reality.

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