Sometimes, I get tired. I want to give up. I get frustrated. I don’t want to try. I want to run away from it. Sometimes, I wish I’m not in this situation. I get weak. I think about the past and get afraid of the present. I list the differences and choose not to see any similarities. I don’t like hoping. I don’t want to trust.
And sometimes, I don’t want to give. Afterall, I’m just a little human.