Fragile

Do you ever wish that some things didn't happen? Like, it wasn't suppose to happen but it simply goes in the way just like that.
And then when you realize that you're already addicted, and that you can't live without it, you started to regret things?

I don't really know why I have those words in mind. I don't even know how I'm feeling right now. I'm just tired, exhausted.
Been trying to stay strong since the day I stepped in Melbourne. You have no idea how much I hate being alone. Not to mention that I am sometimes scared, because I imagine things, or maybe feel things.

I am now so vulnerable, so fragile, so untouchable. But I simply have to hang on, to stay strong, to face the reality. Sometimes I just wanna dig a big hole and hide inside it. By then I can at least forget things for a while. I can survive living without mom and dad. but I can't tolerate the thought of me being alone for so long.

Everybody pls just come here faster :(