be strong!
This day, marks another pathetic life. I wonder how I can endure this life. Everything is going against my plan. I must be in a wrong lane. My everyday life consists of sitting facing my laptop and before I knew it, it's already dark outside. And this useless life goes on. It feels like I become invalid. No longer functioning. To be exact... I'm no longer a human.
The thing that worsen this pitiful life is I am contagious. I can affect other people in a bad way. To make it clear, I'm the oldest in my siblings. The second simbling is taking a liking to the dark and hazy path I chose. I felt responsible. I want to put some sense into her brain. It's indeed very difficult to lead a life like this. I want her to realize that before it became too late.
Eventhough I lead a vague life. I'm making my best to make it different. I was held in a dark for two and a half years. Those years were not easy. I keep on questioning myself, even now, "what the heck happened?". But I can only ask... Maybe I get too scared to lose. Or maybe I'm scared to the reality. Fear is such a strong emotion. I got defeated by it.
But I somehow managed to get back. I slowly rise from the fall. That experience made me realized life is not to be serious about. In this life, we are all passer by. Given by nature to live a life and die. I seriously need to give my best and seriously enjoy this. I think those are the only thing to be serious about.
Now, I'm getting older. I still feel I can make it. I guess, I can't give up... After all...
The thing that worsen this pitiful life is I am contagious. I can affect other people in a bad way. To make it clear, I'm the oldest in my siblings. The second simbling is taking a liking to the dark and hazy path I chose. I felt responsible. I want to put some sense into her brain. It's indeed very difficult to lead a life like this. I want her to realize that before it became too late.
Eventhough I lead a vague life. I'm making my best to make it different. I was held in a dark for two and a half years. Those years were not easy. I keep on questioning myself, even now, "what the heck happened?". But I can only ask... Maybe I get too scared to lose. Or maybe I'm scared to the reality. Fear is such a strong emotion. I got defeated by it.
But I somehow managed to get back. I slowly rise from the fall. That experience made me realized life is not to be serious about. In this life, we are all passer by. Given by nature to live a life and die. I seriously need to give my best and seriously enjoy this. I think those are the only thing to be serious about.
Now, I'm getting older. I still feel I can make it. I guess, I can't give up... After all...