Holding On.

It relieves me a little to know that there are less and less people whom I know who actually reads my blog.

Don't get me wrong I am not starting to chase out friends who actually cares, but I slowly start to understand the meaning of keeping private matters to myself.

What's wrong with that kid who always wrote "http://stupiakboy.blogspot.com" on blackboard anyways?? IDK. Anyways, I figure it will be better those who doesn't care have their memory about this blog slowly fade away, so in the end I can freely fabricate my thoughts, with no restrictions and overconsiderations.

Look at me.

Here comes a time when I reach an all new All Time Low.

And I thought Life is hard enough on me already, but it just barrages on, each step higher than the other.

And the thing is, being on this foreign land forces us to be unbeatable, unchallengeable; but in the end we had been staying strong for too long we suddenly crumpled like a soft sheet of paper incapable of withstanding even the slightest bit of pressure. Just that one nudge into the soft spot will do the job, sending us crashing down into the dark lonely night

I've been so strong for so long, and it feels good to actually cry out. In like, since a long time ago?

I never remember it to be so relieving, and soul cleansing.

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If One day you died,

What would you like people to say about you in your eulogy??

In the end, it's not your achievement that will be listed out one by one, but your impacts on people throughout your life. You can earn the whole world, but it doesn't worth more than a penny on that piece of paper that defines your legacy.

In turn. Think.

What do you want to achieve in Life?