Little thing.

I had a nightmare. It's my first time having such a terrible terrible since living alone. It's not a good feeling. To wake up feeling scared, hoping there's someone you can just talk to but realising you're on your own.

So you pick up your phone. You tried to call the ones that came first to mind, the people to whom you thought you matter, but obviously don't. I don't call through the list, I called 3-4 of them, then I just give up.

Like the last time I was having a living nightmare, it took quite sometime for them to pick up.

It gets me thinking, what if I were dying that those were the last seconds of my life? What I were having my last breaths and there's only one call I could make? What if you're the last person I wanna talk to but all it got me to was the voicemail?

Pathetic life I'm having, isn't it? It's funny that only now I realise that. I'm nobody to no one. I don't matter. Maybe when the day comes, no one would even notice. Probably I can just leave without a goodbye and everyone still live their happy lives.

But isn't that what matter the most? For everyone to be happy. Who the hell give a shit about your own heart. Pfft