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Day 18: Where she needed a taste of serenity
Day eighteen. Where she needed a taste of serenity. March 23. My mind is in a typical mess. I woke up in the middle of the night and ever since then, I can't help but to keep pacing back and forth in the living room. From this moment on, I still wasn't sure as to what is causing me to behave like this, but I hate it this kind of feeling. I hate the feeling of panicking for something that I'm not even aware of. Slowly, I closed my eyes as I inhale deeply, trying my best to keep myself calm. I've been awake for god knows how long. :beep beep beep: /sfx I can't help but to raise a brow as I glance into my phone. I think this is the first time that I was aware that my alarm is blasting some annoying alarm sounds, indicating that it's already 3 in the afternoon. That
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