The facts that I’m scared for every choices that I have to make, I’m easily hurt, I’m a weak willed person and I distrust everyone in my life, torturing me.

I wish I could let someone in, to help me figuring out who I am, why I’m here, what I want, calm me down, watch me cry and laugh my jokes, and many more, just like everybody else. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t stop thinking that every humans always put themselves first, and there’s no such thing as sincerity. Every sacrifices must be paid one day and every keenness have agendas.

And I’m so tired that everytime I tried to be good and nice,  they’re turned me down.

I’m so in the “half-empty cup” kind of mood. no, wait. this is probably the empty cup. I’m gonna go sleep.

Have a nice first working day of the year people

Mandhut.