For each time that I thought, "this is the worst"....little do I know...the worst has yet to come.
I don't know whether I should be proud of myself...that I have proven it well that I can really withstand anything in life now. However painful, however miserable it makes me feel, I can stil pull through my days. Though, I am wondering whether the constant headaches I'm suffering are due to me having to learn to accept things. Accept what life is, accept how my life will never be the same as others. Accept the consequences of my own doings.
"The things that don't kill you, make you stronger."
Yes, what an inspiring saying..but I can't help it but to wonder...what if it kills you in the process? How will you live to be stronger then?
I hate my days. Every night I wonder..I thought every human has equal chances of being happy, and sad. Why are my days always full of rain. And no matter how hard I hope, and pray, and make sure I do my part well, I still can't see any sign of rainbow.
If I'm destined to live like now...for the rest of my life....I'd rather choose to die young.