You know how it feels like when you jump off a building and end up alive? POIGNANT. This blatant sobriety is killing me softly. I have given up my own dreams. I have shut my mouth. I have been docile enough. But it ain’t enough. Why can’t they appreciate that?! I am NOT perfect! But I never wanted to be failure. I am not useless. They better analyze themselves before they throw their balls at me. They better analyze their own mistakes. I have changed and learned from my mistakes. What matters to me is my present, not my past. Yet they are slaves of their past. They are slaves of their fears. Fears that their ugly past would recur. I am not them.

Wish I know how to totally erase myself so they’ll know how it feels like to lose ME.

God, help me get through this...