+ my old self again +

as much as i try to be optimistic. as much as i try to be contented.
i still see myself going through the emotional turmoil. i see the old me.
the old me where i give in and allow things ard me to hitto me so hard.
the old me that can neva look up and say it will be over soon.
the old me that always allow myself to weep and wither.
i hate that old me.
No one and get me out of it. No one.
i jus wana be alone.