Difference.

Of being too different. Of not being enough. Of late nights wondering what I am doing. Of days needing. Of moments of failure. Of times of no control.

I guess you can say I am still lost but I try to make most of what I do now. I can't wait to grab an opportunity to work so I can pay back to my parents and have money to spare. It's harder to ask for money when everyone in your generation works and you have more need of it than usual.

I have come to the point too that I don't know what romantic love is. If I am capable of it. If I am enough.

I have come to the point that, in life, I just feel so damn tired. I forgot what it really means to be truly happy. To have a dream. To make others happy. Without being held back of my limitations.

Hurt too much and don't want to cause hurt.

No use for a new room. No use for any future presents and dreams.

I feel like sometimes, I don't want to care about anything anymore. But the people who love me and want me happy push me to be okay. It's like I couldn't take it more if they know I'm not okay. But really, I'm just tired. Of everything.

I'm sorry.
I love you.

Dream big.

I can't wait for this term to be over. I need to rethink my life. New perspective. New goals. New outlook. I feel so small. I feel like I have so much but I don't make the most of it. Geez, Angela. Time to step it up?