Negligible

Usually I have my writings to go to. But this time, I can't even write. It's like I'm stuck in this deep-hole of unlove. Expectations ruin love. And maybe I expect too much.

A little understanding = pitch-black nothing.

Toxic love, toxic love.

Or is there any love at all?

I have no idea.

This is one of those writings that I'll look at, and cringe. It doesn't turn out decent, I can't write. I can't.

I don't think I'll ever write anymore. Though that was my safe haven. I don't know what is my safe haven now. No, I don't.

I don't feel important, so what would words that came out of my lips do to anyone? I'm not important. I'm of no importance. I'm negligible in the assumptions.

Negligible.