My head is swimming in misery. I am lost in the battle of fighting my own demons. I am sinking and drowning in my own failures and disappointments in life. Lots of people who cares about me is telling me to hold on, that I could still bounce back after everything that I went through and that to keep and hold on to my faith.
But how would I be able to do that? Am I such a wicked person after all?
My show of strength and courage are just by product of the “no choice” game of this life. What if I don’t play that kind of game anymore?
I am weary of just accepting and am glad to everything that comes my way act. I am tired of my sunny disposition in spite of the awful and unpleasant things that life is throwing me. I am disillusioned that everything will get better in time and there’s a very good reason behind to everything that is happening to us. All I wanted is to be happy. And I am trying hard to do it. I am trying to be good. I am careful on not hurting others and stepping on another toes to fulfill that. I know the rules and I am cautiously abiding by it. But what the hell, I am always put through complicated circumstances?
I am always at the middle of situation wherein my patience and good values are being tested. Why can’t I be just for once be in a pleasant, simple and with a “no catch” condition? Wherein I don’t have to struggle or to compromise anything? Why does it have to be always difficult and complicated? Why does it always involve unhappiness and despair?
I am growing old. I am growing jaded. I am growing bitter. And so what, I am that and more right now. Blame it on my raging hormones. Or the rut that I am in right now. I don’t care. And I don’t give a damn anymore.