I'm recovering.What a term to use.I guess people around me are sick of my stories of HIM, if not, I'm sick of it myself.Somehow, I sense that they just have no time to hear my tales.So, next time, I'll just keep it to myself no matter how difficult it seems to be like.
I was thinking.How changes drastically affected my life.Physically and mentally.Some harm it have done.Clearly I can see how I grow up to be such a low-esteem teenager when I used to have full confidence of myself and fret not of all the criticism I got from the surroundings.That happened when I was considered an innocent primary school kid.How pathetic it sounds.It could be, I'm taken aback from my physical changes.I've become a walking stick and a burned toast(personification).How it affected me greatly, its clear for everyone to see.
Talking about friends.I'm lacking those who I can consider a good one.At present, I have none.In primary school though, I have bunch of them, not boasting but seriously.Life is truly unfair.It flipped so hard, not giving me sufficient time to grab myself up again.Used to have teachers praising me to the moon of my great capabilities and attitude.Now, I'm more to giving teachers an impression that I'm totally hopeless in achieving success with my careless attitude.
Its a whole new world to me that I have not adapt to yet.I'm struggling, submerged under the rights and wrongs.For where I remain, I shall decide.
Its either I break it or make it.
It depends on me now.
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