After going through many odds and circumstances, being pushed forcefully by time to face the rough road that life and this world gave to me, while I also had to lost so many things in the way, i had finally come to the conclusion and sure hope don't exist
Even if I try to think it through, planning how things should have been, I cannot prevent the unexpected, that's the scary part, uncertainties, who knows what could I've lost next because of it, what could've been sacrificed more, it will never be enough, I feel I'm slowly consumed to nothing
It feels like I cannot hope because it's not my place in life to