End of the Road
I guess there’s no turning back now.
I don’t know why i can’t let go even though it hurts me like a sword plunged deep into my heart.
I don’t know what else to do to turn things right. It seems that whatever things i do will just further mess it up.
I don’t know how to make my mom happy except to make her feel that i’m a grown up and there’s no need to worry about me.
I don’t know what the future holds for me.
I wish the one with lung cancer is me. I wish mom is healthy and strong. I wish alot of things.
And it’s not going to happen.
When they say i’m a nice guy, i can only say it’s just a disillusioned statement.
I don’t want to be a nice guy. I want to be a selfish prick and have what i want. No need to think about how other people will end up.
Being nice doesn’t mean you get nice things back in return.
I can only just take a step at a time and see how life plans my path for me.
