It's gonna be alright in the end.
Things will get better eventually. If it's not, it's the end.
I keep saying that ever since I don't remember when. I know thing gonna be great in the end. It should be. And meanwhile I should do something to distract myself. Anything to hold the tears and probably it could heal the pain.
2 years passed and I'm still wondering if I'm okay. I'm not sure what is wrong and what is right, or is there anything good left in me?
I love tea. I know I do. I pour warm water in my cup and let them swim, cleansing themselves and makes a good tea for me. But sometimes we put the tea bag too long than it should. I don't know, maybe we're too lazy to put it in the trash or maybe we want they stay a little bit. Longer as much as they could.
You put a green tea too long, they'll get biter. So does mint and any other kinds.
But somehow I feel Chamomile tea don't do the same. I feel it stay the same. The taste, the color, it looks all the same to me no matter how long they drown in my cup.
Is it just my imagination or what? I'd like to believe in in anyway. Hoping I could be one, cause you had no idea how life could change you in time and tears.
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