I told myself, shit happens.

I spend everyday stressing about a million things, feeling depressed about the same old issue,

letting myself down. The world does not revolve around me. I don't expect everyone to be on my side all the time. But being alone to feel all these shits constantly makes me wanna just give up on every single damn thing and not do anything ever again.

I gave up on the things I love for the things I need. That's what I thought. I knew the day would come that i would regret every single decisions I have made. But right now, I'm really confused. I don't know what I love anymore. I don't know who I wanna be anymore. Day by day, I'm starting to lose myself and I can't even do anything about it.

So tell me, what kind of a loser am I? The one who's afraid to fight for her passion, or the one who fails to make others happy no matter how hard she's tried?

xoxo,
you know you love me