But it's not.



I miss the younger version of me where I can freely play around and think nothing except to study.



Am I happy before?



I just wanted to tell her to stay there, it's cruel in here.



But I can't.



I need to warn her that she has to shed so many tears just to see what's gonna happen tomorrow so she can prepare.



But it's useless.



I need to tell her that it's not the same in here so she can enjoy being a kid.



Will she listen?



I don't know what to do in times like this because I am surrounded with foolish people.



Do they care?



I wanted to scream so they can hear my tears then serve my anger.



Do they know?



If I got the chance to skip all of these I will grab it. For now, I have endure this. I've been here for how many years now, nothing's new except that I am stronger than yesterday.






// Summer of '20 //



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