easy

leaving is easy. when you are hurt.

dying is easy. when you are troubled.

quitting is easy. when you don't want to try anymore.

i'm tired. feel so drained. like everything is just useless. pointless.

passion is not there. only reasons to quit at every turn. why start in the firstplace?

if you cannot find yourself and what you want, then who are you?

i know myself better and know what i want..but still here and fucked up. yay me.