There are times I don’t feel like living anymore
Those times I just wish that someone would press a Stop button on my life and make me disappear forever
But I know there are people in this world struggling to live, people who would strive on to live even in harsh times, in conditions worser than mine
I believe everyone lives for a reason. Everyone has a role and a mission to complete in their lives. Once they complete this mission, they live…. and then they die.
I haven’t figured out what’s my mission yet.
But I don’t want to think.
These years I’ve been faking a smile most of the time. Repressing problems, that’s what I do to make myself happy, albeit temporarily.