Today, She is Me.

She's worried. She didn't know what she gotta do. Fear attacked her courage so far. She wanted to scream. She ran away, escaped her fate. She's weeping. She had much suffer. She's choked and suffocating. She didn't want to surrender. She had enough time to refix. But she lost her belief. She just believes in God and also fate. She's screaming loudly. Her sound echoed in the enormous cave. It's burst while she did. There were many complications in her head. Many. Relationship, future, and life were just several of them. She thought about her self-esteem. She's kinda regretful about decisions she made. She would change it. But it's absurd. She suddenly stopped her escapism. She's conscious that it's all inproportional. But she still regretted. Now she knows, she must be grateful of being vacant. Though it's hard for her. Since three years ago, she's been dying of it. This is not actually a fiction.