Felt so stressed. Felt so fraustrated. Felt so not motivated.
Too much feelings that makes me wanna whine on my blog again.
I really find nobody to talk to anymore. Even if somebody did, the shits will still stain on me.
I don't know when will I burst out and just leave it hanging on.
I did a presentation for my final project film. And there's a sentence goes this way...
" When you feel like giving up, remember why you held on for so long. "
But after presenting it, I really wondered, is everything worthwhile even if you know what you're fighting for?
I don't know. Serious talk. I don't know. I just think that I'm tired of fighting. I don't care if it's worthwhile not.
Urrrghhh!
If I could just leave. If I could just leave without saying. If I could just live without them.
Hey, mother fucker.