FIASCO by aurene ilag.

i should be getting my tattoo in the next week or two. Stoked!

I’m starting to debate whether or not i should hold up the white flag. I’m honestly tired of trying when nothing is happening. The feeling is obviously not mutual or at least it seems like it isn’t. Nevertheless, I’m still running on that infinitesimally small amount of hope left in me. I keep getting shot down, yet I’m trying not to give up. I’m just not sure whether it’s just perseverance or foolishness. For all know, i could’ve already been defeated. It’s just the gist of accepting it or not. It’s not that easy walking away from that something, that someone that you care so much about. But go ahead, call me a fool. I tried. I honestly did. I still am.

To the four walls in my room. The walls that isolate me from the world. The walls that protect me from everyone but myself. The walls that watch over me while I sleep. The ones that endure what I endure.  The walls that witness my every cry and plead. The ones that truly know what i do & what i think about behind these closed doors.  The walls that know my exact feelings. The ones that I talk to when I’m alone. And here I am, just hoping that you’re listening on the other side.