Fear

Many a times I feel different about myself. Questioning my existence. Questioning the word existence itself. A lot been going through my train of thoughts despite not actually having time to think about other things. So I think the problem with me now is I’ve got no problem. That’s why I feel so empty. So nothing. Feels so easy to live. Really easy. Well one reason of course cos I don’t have to work so hard to find money for my family yet. I think now is just the time for me to sit down, write my bucket list and to sort things out for what and where I want to do in the years to come. At least for the coming year, after school.

I realised I’m so temporary. What I am changes ALL THE TIME. Such irony when I say I don’t want things to change but the fact is that things always change. Once friends may not be friends in time to come. What’s living may just die in time to come too. Urgh now I feel everything’s so still.

Something’s not right somewhere. Just somewhere.