there will not be an end for everything that you're doing in your life, never. it will only keep chasing after you and waving its hand in front of you, you would have thought of giving up cause it's not an easy job for you. it makes you could not breathe,at all.
sometimes, i would have thought of, 'ok, i'm done with this' and yet, i couldn't make it. the moment i wanted to verbalize, the patience of mine stops me. cause' i knew that, i could not afford to bear the consequences.
it's not like i'm complaining for nothing just like a little princess, it's more of like, i'm too lethargic to do things all by myself, and yet others are not even helpful at all. sort of like, i built the house all by myself and you're moving in just as easy as like that.
i knew that ranting isn't going to solve the problem, at least, it made me feel better, better and better. without a doubt, the matureness of mine finally stroke me at the jiffy that i chose not to utter, 'ok, i'm done with this.'
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