I’m so tired..
To pretend that everything’s all right in my life
To the obligation of doing and acting good whenever my heart isn’t pretty good. And it happens all the time!
To face my surrounding’s pressure to always display smile on my face
To do something I don’t love
To tell everyone that I’m just a human being. I do mistakes. I’m not an angel. Or a goddess. Why can’t y’all accept that?
To ask an understanding that I’m not on the right pathway. I hate this way. So, please, don’t push me to keep walking here. I want to out of the track!
To discover who I really am.
To live out my life.
Help! I am desperate!
No, it’s not the real me who used to talk to you. Have no idea who the girl really was. She has never given chances to perform the best of herself. She uses to live under the pressure of her surrounding and she can’t get rid of it. So, even she herself doesn’t know who she really is, what she wants and where she’s going.
And she’s tired to live.
Oh, please, can anyone help me to get rid of this?
I am really, really, really tired. Sometime I even feel that my life doesn’t have any meaning actually. Have been trying to do my best. Trying to give my best. But what’s the result? Higher and higher pressure to give the best out of me, not best in my opinion, but in theirs. Oh, how could I?
Oh my goodness..
Know what, if you like to read this blog, maybe you felt inspired or somewhat encouraged, I have no idea how possibly you see my life through this blog. Probably you’ve been considering me spiritual, or believe in God, or have a strong faith, or something like that. (Oh, this gonna make my life worse then!). Yeah, maybe I was. But apparently this is the lowest point in my life. I’m giving up. I am broken. I am dying. This blog has basically been my way to encourage myself to keep survived in my life. In fact, I have not been as good and faithful as what you may see.
Now, I can’t stand anymore!
My heart is empty. My soul is crash. My spirit is desperate.
My life is over for me.
I desperately need help. ASAP.
I wanna die......
Ough. Is there somebody who can help me?
Please, answer me, why ones can’t follow the passion of their hearts?
Why ones should live under the pressure of their surrounding? Isn’t there any free will to follow our hearts?
Oh, why don’t you just kill me? It wouldn’t be a big deal, cause basically, I have died since you knew me.
I am nobody. Who are you?