yes i do.
Again it happened.
Look. People make mistakes, aren't they? But that can't be the excuse you wanna get out each and every time things happen.
I'm proudly 24 years old. I used to have dreams, missions, and goals. And everything shattered one by one, piece by piece by mistakes I've made.
Writing is like my hobby. Never thought of making it full time job. But then it's like hanging on my ankle and not letting me go. Promising me things, and happy thoughts.
At first, I was happy. And when my friends got jobs, filling the IG story with their own desk, computers, calling me and tell stories about their WORK life, it pissed me off a bit.
I know I can do the same. But right now, I hate myself because I couldn't.
There's a lot of things happening and I'm 50-50 about it. And I hate this so much. When I was at the bottom, sent mails will be the first thing to be looked at.
What do I find? A piece of me that's breaking apart.
And those mails make me sink deeper. It's like I'm trying hard to be strong and tough but I failed to that one solely recipient.
Do you know how much I wish that I can turn to be to something better?
I screwed up. And I miss those pats on my head. I'm doing it to myself right now. Heh.
Things are going to get tougher, aite?