Without anything.

Sometimes, the word "memory" ain't leaving. So much to think about, without a doubt the past always seem to be manifested by regrets.

Always hope the current and future to be replenish by something more meaningful that could be able to fill my weary life.

Sometimes I couldn't help it.

Flipping through the pages of life, I ain't sure whether I learned from the mistakes I did.

How many pages of happiness, how many pages of tears ?

The laughters, they don't appear when the tears over flowing my journey of life.

I should appreciate more perhaps.

I ain't able to control. Throwing out tantrums, all boiling out to be my own fault.

To ease the pain that is barely endurable, where are the efforts that were gone for so long?

What else could I ask for? Taking up the challenges, feeling lost and helpless.

Where were all the courages that once used to be around?

Trying to be as normal as I could, trying to be strong, trying to be lucid.

It's all just "try"

Failed.