sometimes i feel that im existent to the world but at other times, i dont...
but somehow or rather, i've tried my best. it doesnt matter what happens anymore. if its meant to be like that, well i guess i will just let it be. cos i've tried everything. my anger fades most of the time, and regret sets in. so long as i've got people, everything doesnt matter anymore.
whatever it is, setbacks make us stronger, right?