From little bit of everything which have been through, little bit of everything in Past, little bit of uncertain things which desperately expect from Tomorrow and being here in the Now moment seeking an alternation to life in limbo. And I’m waiting for a point-arrow to show me the best way to go OR if i could have a magic compass, perhaps?
I get to think about the life-graphic Dad once mentioned about. The more I think of it, the more I'm worried. And lately, I often turn up thinking over and over again about the past. I've been rejected from what I've sacrificed for and I've blown off every opportunity that come to my way just to wait for my wanted one in quite a milestone, to be where I want to be, to get out of where I am, to make up all the things I've given up just to be here. IF only there's any warning sign to let me know if it’s not worth for waiting al all? So then, I wouldn’t wait anymore. So then I could make direction changed.
As much as I despair of what I’m waiting, as much as I’m getting sick with people, as much as I’m getting sick with this sickening-spot I’m in, I have a sudden roar-hit and tempt to fall in serious disease, so that I could take leave 1 or 2 weeks, perhaps, to get out of place I’m being, to stay and sleep at home and having mum worry and help me to take medicines and stuffs. So that I could stop feeling too much, to take a bit break, to take a step back, not to die in despair. Because I don't want to live my life in vain.
From little bit of everything I've been through, I think, growing up is not that easy.





