Are we made for something when we were born into this world? Like how some people can end up as scientists but for some, no matter how hard/badly you try you can never be one. How'd you know what you're made for? Or what if after years of hard work, you dont have a choice but to leave what you "thought" you were supposed to do? Yes im referring to myself in some way. But i dont want it to be an excuse. But sometimes even when we really cant do it anymore, we have to (be forced). Why? Because expectations = disappointment. The higher it is, the harder you fall. Seemed like no one understood me during that period of time. People dont think deep enough, or sometimes, they're too selfish to put themselves in your shoes or even simply give their attention to hear you out. Its like you're forced downhill but you cannot stop because they refuse to offer a helping hand. I guess this'll never end.


Nights Xx.