Everyday i wake up every morning feeling lost and with a less purpose than yesterday. Its no use to ponder where and what went wrong back then, there were countless mistakes. But that's okay, we're humans... we are bind by the laws of inevitable errors in our actions and choices. I look at the ceiling in hope of finding something to look forward to, someone to share this through before i could put my cold feet on the floor. Emptiness engulfs the atmosphere somehow. I look at my mom and i couldnt leave her side, i look at my choices and i could barely see one. I wasnt gaining anything, i was losing things one by one. I had a dream once about this, about the whole idea of being in a situation where i stood and watch my life crumble, my spirit crushed and losing the people who i thought would stay. It's like there's a huge iron clad wall infront of me, trying to get through every day and soon enough i become tired. Maybe that's how it is for now, before i lose everything else...