Monday, June 23, 2014
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness; it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity; it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness; it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair; we had everything before us, we had nothing before us; we were all going directly to Heaven, we were all going the other way.”
Charles Dickens (155 years ago)
I saw my friend wrote a rant. So, should I write one? No? Okay.
Actually I'm struggling between finishing my works and getting in a good condition.
It seems very, very hard and
I try my best and
I see people leave and
I feel so alone and
I am tired and
I feel like I'm stumbling down and
I think I'm crying and
I'm bleeding and
I feel like I'm dying.
But, I don't feel like giving up and
I know I'm strong and
I know there are times when I need to run and
I know I need to stand again and
I know people will come and go and
I know I haven't tried my best.