it’s been _ year/s and _ months already and i’m still clueless where to go. this is not the best one. this is not even a good one to start with. there are a lot of things missing and a lot of things i need which are missing. i can’t help but just keep mum because even if i talk, nothing will happen. tried it, actually and failed. it’s just the way it is. i’m at the losing end. i’m just a follower. i’m just a patient one. sometimes appreciated but i’m always wrong. i told myself to let go but i wasn’t prepared. now i’m just forcing myself to live with it. self-control, my dear, but wait, i think i’m about to burst.. for real! don’t ask, please?






