I thought as long as i did my best, i have nothing to regret, but now that i know... i was wrong.
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I've forgotten, i always tell people around me that they still have space for improvement, no matter how good they are, or maybe even if they had did their very best, but it's just not enough. We have all forgotten the world is changing, changing rapidly sometimes people are just not capable of keeping up with it.
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Being so weak, all i wish now is to stop for a few seconds, hide behind a friend's back and cry it out..but silently, afterall.. it's not my style to let others know i'm not feeling well.
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Tend to be there for those who need, because the feeling of being capable of doing nothing is the worst. This is the feeling that always manage to pull me out from success, knock me out the hill, no doubt.. i hated it, i hate it, and it will not change in the future.
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My Strength is Equal to my Weakness, the Trump is nothing more than a piece of card when it reveal it's identity. The moment i found out i had lost, i lost my confident, the courage to step further, it may be small, but it's hard. Nothing is easy, and nothing are too hard either, but i just hope.... i could be more than who i am, i'm more than what can be seen through apprearance.
