It feels awkward in the moment as I began to type through my keyboard, now. I am feeling lost, alien, away from my real self. There's a lot of things that I really want to write, but something deep in my heart refrains me to do it - I am not sure what feeling is this, but I do sure that I am depressed. Truly depressed, until there's a point that taking my own life is better than any thing else, but cowardly side of me stop my over-stressed self to do such stupid things. All these times, I was just hoping that I would have a chance to move on, to move away from the people whom I know, and hurt me a lot. Every time I think about the old times, the broken side of me will tear into pieces, shattered like the cheap glasses and mirrors sold in stores.
But, I am happy. I am happy myself, I am grateful for living my life. I love my life so much, yet sometimes some crazy thoughts will crossed on my minds. I wouldn't trade my life for anyone else's. Because mine's too good.
