I don’t know what is holding me back anymore.

It gets tiring with each failed attempt. Everytime it doesn’t end up well, I blame myself, but is it really worth it, is it really my fault.

I have so many questions in mind, but none of which would be answered.

Sometimes, I feel that the answers are already right there presented right in front of me. But I just chose to not see them, to be selective of what I want to see and what I want to believe.

Am I really doing the right thing?

I’m really tired, like really.

I’ve got really a lot to say, but I can’t say it. I don’t have the courage and I don’t have the audience.

Hear my cries will you?
Only then you’ll understand how I feel.