I'm not in my right senses now. Let alone writing a book, I can't even focus on talking to people. What has gotten into me? And why the DOUBLE FREAK AM I USING WATTPAD TO WRITE DOWN MY FEELINGS? HECK WHY? None of the things can bring happiness to me anymore. I have lose interest in every single hobby. There's no words that can bring me peace and reassurance. I'm isolating myself from everything. I speak less I go to sleep with tears hoping that the problems would end, see a dream whatsoever and then wake up to face the same reality that I had been facing all this time. I've never felt this much frustrated of life. Blames, titles, getting called off, fights, not doing good or not being the best and getting weak. I'm too sick to even face reality. Is there any way that I can really zone out of these problems and never come back to reality? Maybe one day very soon (for I no longer can bear the problems in my life, but might as well change my decision if I get a good hope on life) I might take a rest from everything forever and never wake up to face the bitter reality.
