People ask me how I describe the feelings of tired.

I just use my own ways to describe to them, it's the same like, a faulty car, that have not been send for service . With danted metal, cracked headlights, worn out tyres, problematic brakes.

Injured.

Times and times got banged by words and actions from him after that glass scrattered.
I have the petrol to fill up the oil tank anytime. But I'm suffering. I'm injured. I'm forcing myself to move right now. To move on.

With all the faults and scratches of this car. How am I suppose to go on further?
I might break down any point of time again, and again. I afraid to an extend, I couldn't pull off the brake in time. Either I have to jump off or driving aimlessly and got into something bad.

That's how I can explain all these and I miss him so much.
Does he see my blog? or he dont bother at all? I wonder.

Deepest thoughts from the bottom of my heart.