Forever Can See Us, Not You and Me

Time can be such a pain sometimes.

It goes slow when you want it to be fast. And it runs fast when you want to slow it down.

Things goes slow when I’m in camp. And weekend goes faster then a blink of an eye.

I can pen my thoughts, not because I dont want to. But yes, time doesn’t permit.

In short.

Everyday I feel demoralise. Everyday I feel like a dying patient thinking, am I going to survive the day today? Everyday I question myself why the hell am I here? Everyday I ask is this what pride and honor is?

In short.

I’m not happy on where I am. And I still can’t find a way to be happy.

Nevertheless, she has always been trying. Thank you.