I have been desperately longing to come to this point of time when I will finally sleep the night away and wake up to the day I’ve waited the most.
Waiting is over.
Sometimes, I just feel like I’m stuck in a huge quicksand where there’s no easy escape.
Where even the most desperate way of getting out, will only have me swallowed to its depth.
I just happen to have chewed it over today. Realizing I was just depriving myself the simple pleasures of being happy in this life. I worried about things too much, I overthought, I pushed myself down, had myself depressed, made rooms for negativities and never even had a single hope in myself.
I guess I should start worrying less, and appreciate more. Cradle positivities and eventually, happiness will adhere.
I’ve been having terrible nights of not being able to sleep lately. I’ve become too fed up with bunch of things drifting around my head, corrupted with frights, longings and despair. They keep coming back every so often. They don’t seem to calm me down.
Fears are swallowing my beautiful mind. I don’t know what’s going to happen for the next days and weeks.
I’m afraid I might just have my sanity lost.
That’s always how things flow in my life;
I’m always the one doing much efforts. I’m always the one taking risks.
I’m always the one waiting, expecting for nothing.
I’m always the one who’s out of luck. I’m always the one unfavored.
I’m always the one unnoticed.
I’m always the one taken for granted.
Sometimes I just see myself in an overripe fruit, people don’t always realize every ounce of best I can offer them deep inside my appearance, it’s just easy for them to toss it all away.
And even if how much I try more than what’s enough to outrun things in the best way that I could, it’s still as if it was not or should I say, never was enough.
I guess, I’ll be like this.
Someone who is rejected in everything that he loves.
Things just happen the way we don’t want them to happen, even much worse.