I hate airports.

I really hate airports.

I super duper hate airports.

Everytime I have to go to the airport, a part of me dies.

If there’s one thing I hate most in the world, it’ll definitely be airports.

I’m super depressed right now. My heart is so heavy that if I throw it out to the sea, it’ll sink the entire world.

I know it doesn’t make sense but just let me be please. Depressed people can say whatever shit they want whenever they want to.

I almost burst into tears yesterday. I was waiting to board and was sitting there staring at people hustling by and my heart suddenly felt so heavy. The worst thing was we didn’t even bid proper farewells cause we woke up late and I almost missed my train to the airport. The last I saw him was the second before the train door closed and he was looking at me with sad eyes and I returned his sad gaze with even sadder eyes. Why does love have to be so painful?

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