mistaking

between my habbit,
my book,
my phone,
and my heart.

i can't cry
but these regretful tears urge fervently
i hold out.successfully.
i don't blame anyone but myself
something's totally wrong ruins my head

what on earth happen to me,
insanity.
i directly escape from this reality,
i (used to) have choices, usually well-chosen.

Stephen Covey talked too much about me
I know I already have them, at least I win my own victory.
not anymore,
i just want to go back, obviously..
*sigh*

(j*z)