“But I’m a sunflower, a little funny
If I were a rose, maybe you’d want me…”
Yeah, that was the song I was addicted to at the time because it spoke to me. Still does. I was also exploring for new coffee shops to try at the time and stumbled upon this little cafe that has a vase of fake sunflowers as a decoration on the table. Oops! Nice hit in my meow meow. (heart, it’s a meme on the Internet about cat if you did not know.)
Oh, and they also have a bouquet of dried roses, too. Perfectly described my kind of aesthetic because of my mood. Again, still is. I am not feeling the best, so that’s why I do not feel like writing anything. I don’t want to talk about my feeling or being dramatic on social media. I am way over that phase. Moreover, nobody cares enough to be there for me anyway. I am so used to being on my own. People come and leave all the time. This time around, after being there for months, giving me hope that this time maybe they will stay, but ended up leaving me just like everybody else. Wow! Just wow!
They just seem to never do it well with the timing when I am having a rough time with other things in life. Really personal things, so it just results in rocks and boulders on my shoulders. Nevertheless, no one is there, but myself…; for me, you know. I don’t want to open up and feel their presence is not actually there. It sucks.
I will be better eventually. I am sure life will get better little by little. Hopefully. In God’s hand. Amen.