Don't talk to me.
Don't text me, or even worse, call me, just to discuss about not-so-urgent work-related matters.
I need to be left alone today.
So much that even a text message felt like a harsh, impolite, interruption to my privacy.
I can only stand a very few people today. And you're not one of them so please.
You have no idea how it feels to be crushed by life like this. You have no idea how I gasp for air, trying hard to breath, despite the broken bones, the broken heart, the broken dreams.
You have no idea and I will not be able to give you the idea so please.
In fact, world, just leave me alone. Leave me, alone.
Bintaro, 11.26 am, hurt beyond help