Friday, November 24
7:05 PM;
indifference. no adrenaline rush, no form of happiness whatsoever. maybe its because i'm already so used to it. pending plans, nah. another day maybe. too tired. too weak to move on. easy to say. just stand up and push myself to the limit. live for the moment, die for the passion. all or nothing, am i game?
it feels so good to pack everything away, notes & memories all the same. things will just fade in time. even scars will turn into memories. gonna turn back to what was mine.