Hollow

by Amalia

It’s been three months and almost every weekend, I cry. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me. I’ve done everything I can to keep me busy and meet friends, but whenever I get back home, this feeling is all over me again.

I thought once I started working, I would completely heal. But apparently, it’s still there. I’m not sure what to do anymore :(. Oh I wish I can have someone I can talk to here… who I feel totally comfortable talking with… at least to let go a little bit of my burden that I always carry on my own. I wish 🙁