Shoved.

I don't know why I'm blogging again. Maybe I realized the truth. The truth about just how alone I really am. No one cares.

I have... issues. Things that I don't know how to fix. Things that I cannot fix.

These few weeks, 7weeks or so to be more exact, is like a snowball rolling down to a emotional breakdown. Now it's almost coming all the way down, and I can't take it anymore. I can't fight it anymore. Facing the truth is never easy.

I am not strong. I cannot be that dependable, independent person that I think I should be. I cannot be that confident, easy going smart person that I wanna be. There's just nothing outstanding about me. Just one of those guys fated to fall behind and be forgotten.

I should not have gone into dance. It's against my personality to stand out, to be outspoken. It's contradicting how I enjoy this but feel uncomfortable and uneasy. There's always the fear of not being able to do it. Challenges come, and I stumble and draw back. That's me. Total loser calibre. Not just in dance. Maybe just about everything in life, I try I fail I try I give up. Things just don't seem to go right. I do things and already have the mindset that I can't halfway through.

Saying all this is pointless. No matter how beaten up I am inside, hurt and broken, I still have to put up a strong front. Show that it's not affecting me, that I cannot be broken. It's only human to feel weak at times, but we still stand up when we fall. Maybe by putting up a strong front, you'll start believing and convince yourself that you really are. Fight on... fight on, I just gotta pick my broken self up and go on.

-Another thing, even though a lot and nothing has happened, we have something and nothing, I am thankful coz you make me do things that I would never have done. Feel things that I would never have felt. We have so much and nothing. What we had together before, I can never forget.

I just wasted time writing these out. Ok booking in today. Yes, thank you so much NS for making my life so wonderful.