Why am I so weak? Really, why? I play sports. I have to be determined. I am made to be determined but my mind and soul is so jelly I begin to talk to myself. I can stare in midair and see the wreckage of what my life has become. Was I born to be immersed and surrounded in nothing, nothing but misery?
My counsellor asks me where does my frustration go to and to be honest, where can it go? Frustration doesn't have a home to call. And soon I know I'll lose mine.
Happiness doesn't last forever for me - because it doesn't belong. I'm no pessimist neither am I much of an optimist. I'm a neutral person and I take whatever comes in my stride.
It might hurt. It might be easy. It might just be confusing, plain difficult.
But you don't let problems hang- because we've been all taught to solve them, one way or another.
This time, it's not my problem.
But it really hurts. I'm not going to die on my own regard but lest something takes me away, please.
Don't stop anything.