Passion

I feel like what I currently lost is PASSION. Losing passion is losing oneself. Losing oneself mean you automatically engage with something. To me that "thing" is of course a PERSON, but think twice and more I discover that I may not really love that "thing" so much. I am so into that thing is because I do not have much things to rely on. That's my problem. Rediscovering yourself is always awesome. When something lost, something definitely gain.

WHAT I NEED IS PASSION! PASSION! PASSION!

Turning back is never be too late, NEVER. I hope this would be the hardest time(which is the period I am now going through in my life). I realize that, it is still useless, although everyone in the world think you do not deserve it, the one you always care still do that thing to you. It is not because he does not love you, but he thinks you can handle. Yet, WHAT THE HELL CAN I HANDLE? WHY THE HELL SHOULD I HANDLE?

If one day I can completely forgive, I should thanks to those who hurt me so bad. May one human being in this world really tell no lies to me...May sunshine please always open for me, may happiness always follow me, may smiles and new thoughts always discover me...