I have been getting some feedback on the adverse. So, I tried to write a life experience. I would be grateful if you discriminate the flaws out of this.
So, it’s been a while since I came into a new city, “the city of the damned”, as I call it. People actually call it the “city of joy”, not for me though. I’ve been getting feelings of delirium since the beginning. I try to talk to people but a sudden oblivion hits me, I’m shaking. All I can ask is that “was it meant to be?”. A feeling in the gut like prickling , tingling and pressure is all I can feel. Is it a silent panic attack or am I just over thinking it? I have never been able to open up to people until another disaster hit me and shattered me into pieces. Agony has always been a companion, a real one. I found peace and sympathy in my Fandom. I tried to hide the tears into a cave of my heart but it turned out to be worse.
Will joy ever pass through the deserted Boulevard in the corner of which I live? Will there be a world without betrayal?