” But for now, it’s time I rectified my mistakes. No more crying, and no more wasting my feelings on unfeeling brutes.”
Sometimes, I get goosebumps when I read my old works. Thinking back, my writings are almost a premonition of my life in the future. It made me wonder if my subconscious mind is trying to tell me something? Or I’m living the life of my creations?
Cleffairy: If my writings are premonitions of what shall be, then I think I really should feel scared.