it's ok. it's alright.

i'll find my way out.

it's practically meaningless for me to stay on.

the other pastures look so much greener and enticing.

i should just go ahead.

don't shackle yourself in regrets.

It's pouring.

The night before, we were rushing all the work together. The next day, all the work meant nothing. It's too cruel. I still can't accept the fact, but I know I'll have to. It's a nightmare. Give me one tight slap and wake me up. This must be a dream, a very bad one.

No. It didn't work.

This feels so surreal. Every footstep felt so heavy. Every raindrop seems to hit me so hard, it's shattering me within. I couldn't have felt worst.

Rewind, alter the tape, press play.