I’m sorry for not smiling back to the old ice cream vendor. To the books I should’ve read. To all the times I wasted just staring blankly at the ceiling. To the wishes and hopes I never tried to reach. To the people I let go without somehow holding on. To the music that had been forgotten. To all the love that has gone to waste. To the rotten memories. I’m sorry. I’m just so tired. Of myself, of all the things I should’ve done and to all the could’ve been.

-her (MIS), tired soul