Pretty much confuse with everything in life, with the way I think and feel. I may have picked myself up from the fall that she’ve pushed me before.
Turning me into someone softer yet stronger. Someone who crave to be love like never before. Someone who might be able to help me find my way back to being me again.
But as time goes by, I’m starting to lose faith and hope in everything.
Now all that’s left for me is to save myself from all of these mess and have a better life in the future.
Doing it not only for myself, but for the people I love too.
Better days are coming, keep the faith.