I’ve always loved the drama, or i guess it may be the other way around. I grew up believing that I would be forever miserable. It’s how I cope up with life and its challenges and every bitch slap it could give me, through such belief, I found it easier to accept things as it is. I’m not sure it really was a good thing for me. I don’t think I became who I wanted because of it. I stopped reaching for my dream, I stopped living up to my principles, I stopped reaching for my ambitions. I was stuck in a rut for too long and now, I’m slowly being buried alive. I’m neither moving backward nor forward. I’m sinking and now the only thing that could help me from being completely buried is to hope, and not to think that this is how I would live my life, six feet under.

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