As we grow older, our lives changes.
Sometimes, we can't see it. But other people notices it.
For the time being, I am currently confused with my life.
It's not that I don't know what my purpose of living.
It's just that at times, I feel like the reason I am here today is based on some lame excuses that little kids used to make up when they broke something.
What am I talking about?
I don't even know.
I feel like babbling today.
Confused. It is one of my problems.
Other than that, I am having trouble with trying to force myself to stand on my own two feet and correct the right from wrongs.
I do have the will, but I'm lack of confidence.
Where to get it? I don't know.
But yeah, surprisingly, I am not feeling confident at all with myself.
I may seem tough on the exterior.
But internally, I am so vulnerable.
I hate it.
I cry when people are not looking. Not that I'm embarassed to cry infront of them.
It's just that I don't like other people to feel my pain.
Everyone has their own problem.
And it's unfair for me to complain everything about my life to them.
I wish there was a cure for every sickness in this world.
Oh, wait, there are.
I just have to search for it.
And yes, I am on my way to search for it.
Like Indiana Jones.
I'm all geared up.
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