me at the end of the road.

at the street called boulevard, i sit alone. under the dim light, my body freeze. i feel like i couldn’t breath some air. the weight in my chest got worse.

i just stepped in this street less than a month, but the warmth somehow covered my cold soul. sadly, the coldness about to come again. they cruelly snatching away all the warmth that was just a moment.

they’re planning to leave, left me in this foreign place. and at the moment, i feel like a passanger which dropped off at the end of the road. forced to grow up alone after being taught about various ways to live.

these kind of things always happened. i feel like destiny always take comfort people away in my life. it makes me think… am i a curse? or did i hurt someone so badly until they curse me?

or the saddest possibility, i was written wo be alone and abandoned.