Hopeless.

Sometimes I wonder is this all going to be worth it in the end. If all of this is going to actually bring me somewhere. Is it going to bring me to a good place? Here and hereafter?

And the only answer I can see now is blank.

That's not even a valid answer.

Have you ever feel like what you're doing is against what you really want to do? It's against what your heart tells you to do. And you're not doing what you like to do is not because you don't know how to do it, or you have no way of doing it, it's there, in front of you. You just got to grab it and go along. Even things go wrong, at least you have the things you love to go through it with you.

And most people are too scared of risks, too scared of given chances, too scared of what if's, including myself.

I need to get out. I need to know new people who actually know how to speak intelligence, and by intelligence I mean from heart not from brain. Who actually understand that this world is just temporary and most importantly people who care.

I'm too scared to make my own choices, too scared to wing it.

I'm just playing it safe, not touching the water by staying still on the shoreline. Shoreline ain't going to bring me anywhere interesting.

But then again, the ocean can drown me despite all of the beauty it offers.

Hopeless.