Everyone expects something from me,Do they understand my feelings or who I am,what I am I inside actually.My sad thoughts ,my happy anticipation ,my grieve over loss, the pressure that can kill.
you say something right,others will reach out to help you.Do they see that I don't like that burden.Then I'm said to be ungrateful.All they do is force their feelings.When I say that,it seems that I'm too attached to this blog.But can everything be measured by right and wrong.
I'm human,no perfection.So much imperfection that I can only strive for the right direction.Sadden by the reality that my closest tend to pretend to make reality such that it becomes fantasy.Is not as though I don't appreciate people's efforts that why I endure and move to this path.Do they see that I'm walking a slower pace.
Submerged in a lost world.Theres little light.Beneath the path is an escape route that is filled with darkness and grieve that only I can walk out.