They expect you to hang on.
They expect you to stay strong.
They expect you not to give up.
Because they believe that you can do it eventually.

They say, believe in yourself that you can overcome this. But what happens if you ran out of faith? So what happens next?

You know you can't give up cus there's too much to risk. You know you hafta stay strong cus people expect you to be. You know you hafta hang on cus that's the only choice left.

I've never thought I would end up feeling like this. I'm supposed to be enjoying this right? Cus this was what I've been working hard for and most importantly, this is what I love right?

But no, all I wanna do now is hide under my blanket.

To feel every bit of your sanity seeping out from you, to feel like you're slowly losing your mind, to feel like you're going to lose yourself, that's scary.

It's not supposed to be like this. It's really not.

Le sigh.