Ohmygod...

Doing something that I dont like and it clashes with something I like.

This has happened so many times.
Why do we have to do things that makes us depress?

It's difficult to pretend a smile when it's clear that tears are filling up the eyes.

Life gets hard without a warning.

Unable to make a space for something I love and want.

Yet we are held up by things that meant 'benefits'.

It gets difficult.

The sorrows that stays inside.

There's no point in writing.

There's no point when there's no improvement.

It just stays dead and flat on the piece of paper.

Sooner or later, it'll get burn.

And whats left, is the sorrows that are still trap deep within.

Life.

What's life when people get depress so easily.

What's life when we do things that we don't like to do.

Dammit.