It has been two years of double joy and half sorrow. I didn’t realise that everyone will always come to that point when you feel lost, you don’t even know who you are. Sometimes you pretend to be someone you aren’t at all and ended up unwanted by everyone. You start thinking of new path to take though the railway is already made for you and you just have to move on. Sometimes you want someone but you don’t know who would stay or leave. So the last thing you remember is you pushed them all away. I wish we can record all the good memories so when things get bad you can play it all over and over again. I don’t even know why I’m writing this shit. I don’t even know why you’re wasting your time reading this blog of unsaid feelings of someone like me. someone you can call “worthless” ; “nothing”… I am so sick of trusting people that isn’t worth it and accusing people who’s special. But how can we know? We never know till it happens. And that sucks. Life sucks! But as time goes on I understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn’t, doesn’t. Time solves most things. And what time can solve, you have to solve it yourself.