280th Post

Another quiet day.

Sculpted by the hands of silence.

Feeling drained.
And mentally tired.

All the petty quarrels.
Does one knows how it feels like
To be the middle ingredient of a sandwich?

Doesn't one ever see the big picture?
That the issue is actually very small.

Stop it.
I can't stand it anymore.

Don't bug me with your problems.
I just simply want to be left alone.

To recover.
To rest.

I hate the world.
Why can't they learn to control their anger better?

I am disappointed.
Sigh.

Another scar.
Added to my multitudes of cuts and past scars.

How many more should i add?

Hmm?