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I just realized, growing old sucks bigtime. Really. The older I get, my life gets harder. We can’t just always run our problems easily. I’m very anxious what would my future be. I want to go back to my childhood days and in high school days all over again. Even though my college life is happy,but in the past was so much happier. The less people I know, the less knowledge I know about everything, it’ll be less worries and less problems. I am so good at being bad. We live in a big ass motherfuckin’ ironic world. If I try to fail and succeed, which have I done?
I want to at least try something remarkable, what’s the point of life if I haven’t done anything. I am always always not good enough for everything and anyone. It disappoints me, it disappoints everyone around me. It’s hard to be a better person or maybe… the shorter version of this post is, it just sucks to be me. Right.
But anyway, there are lots of reasons to be happy about. Life doesn’t have to be perfect to be wonderful. Let’s all just be optimistic.