life has been complicated and confusing. it’s kinda hard to portray a golly side of you, during your downs-and-downs-and-downs. nor. show your strength while battling a ten foot giant, alone.
but after battles after battles self is still empty. the glory of winning or the glory of my short wins doesn’t last that long. it’s still a win though, not just a happy win ending.
it may seem sad, but it’s not. being sad is too different from being empty. sad is the absence of happiness. but empty, happiness is present but you just can’t feel it. i personally question myself about this emptiness thing. do i really can’t feel mr. happiness or i just won’t let myself feel it. and i’m talking about real happiness here.
will life get better? will it stay the same? or will it worsen?
i don’t know.
i am down. and that’s why i choose to stay up.
i am weak. and that’s why i choose to strengthen up.
i am dead. and that’s why i choose to live.