After a charming post last night, i thought i could finally get up again and fight another battle, but turned out im still pretty wounded. There is a desire, yes, deep inside. And i know i have to get back on track. But its just so hard. Its like i've lost my faith to gravity; i dont believe its power of keeping my feet on the ground anymore.
Typical me — you'll say. But trust me, things has never been as easy as seen. Its like when im not mentally troubled, my physique breaks down. And reverse. And i am so, im telling you, so tired being like this.
This is a trap, and i don't know how to get out.