Sometimes I find myself losing the purpose of what I'm doing everyday, feeling empty of everything in my life that I don't have. Sometimes the struggles I face makes me wonder why did I choose those decisions back then.
It's such an irony to hate and dread the many beautiful things in life just because I can't have it and I don't have it. Is that very pathetic? I would think so - but yes, I'm that hopeless.
I guess sometimes, nobody really understands :(