Sometimes I don’t even know what the hell I am doing…

I’m tired and fed up of myself!

Not that I don’t love myself. It is just that, I don’t know…

I don’t know if I’m doing the right thing.

I don’t know if I’m fighting the right battle.

I don’t know how long I can stay on like this.

I don’t know why I have to learn through the hard way.

I don’t know why shit always happen.

I don’t know why the past keeps haunting me.

But I know that God knows!

I need a change of an environment, but I’m afraid. It is not the comfort that I had but merely, afraid of not knowing what holds for me in the new environment.

Plans were made, but I’m afraid to move forward.

Afraid that I will be making the wrong move.

But, what else can I say. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger eh?

So here I am, bucking myself up yet again and prepare for the next agenda ahead of me. So much that I am trying to do and I think I’m just suffocating myself. I need a breather. I need more space and I need some excitement.