As I was sitting in bed last night thinking about myself,I don't actually know what to do anymore. I felt like I was stuck in here and would never get anywhere. It's like I've been living this life come what may , to just accept what life will offer. But since I am already here I just have to accept what's in here for now. How many times did I fail? I'd rather not count. It always makes me feel as a failure whenever my plans aren't happening and I don't want to feel that anymore.
Maybe it's better having no plans and come what may, in this case, I feel nothing at all, just breathing in everyday life.
