Shattered Down. All.

Tell me that I'm almost there. Tell me that everybody are facing the same thing now. Tell me that everybody have their own trial. Tell me that reaching for their own dream cost something that even you can't imagine it.

They tell me I have my own right to dream. Yet, they said don't.

Then, what's the purpose of holding into your dreams when you can't even chase after that?

Don't they know ain't that easy to be in this path?

Maybe my sister is right. It's better not to tell anyone your problem when all you get back is the thing that keep lowering your faith on yourself.