When it's 2AM, and the sound of the rain hitting the floor isn't the only sound you hear because the furious wind when knocks down bicycles and breaks tree branches, is louder, and you are outside because you lost your keys and the weather forecast stated a typhoon is on its way, and you feel like someone who just told you through the phone that he would hug you now if he could, meaning he can't because he's 3h54min from you (by walking because the trains are not running anymore) could be your savior, and not any of the people whom your voice could reach if you didn't waste it on eternal overestimated talks with them, who won't show up to open the fucking door for you, even though they are in a building 30 meters from where you stand, soaking wet, soaking wet from your body to your soul, soaking wet because inside also it's been raining unstoppably for longer than you can count, I feel like you are unfortunate.

But when two of the people you've been avoiding for three weeks now, simply because you think they can't help your pouring soul stop raining are the ones who come ironically with an umbrella each, 1 minute after you ask if someone is awake to open the front door because you are stupid and lost your stupid keys, in a group chat which messages you've been ignoring for a whole month because you don't feel like reading it, I feel like you are a ingrate bitch.

The hot shower won't be enough to warm an ice-cold soul and you know it.
Words won't fill the emptiness in your heart and you know it.

Have you ever asked yourself why the most unbalanced people are the shallowest ones?
Your overflowing emotions only show how not deep you are.