Ticking Of The Clock
I have lost the will to live. Every day, every minute, every second, I am just sailing throught time like a ship without a sailor, no destination. My parents keep teliing me,” Stop moping. Be grateful.”But I will just stare into space, more content on staring at those lifeless walls then to put effort into living because what is there to be grateful for? I know I have lost the enthusiasm to live when I didn’t care anymore whatever people think about me. I used to freak out when I get to know someone hates me, long time ago. I strived so hard, to live a good life, to be liked by everyone. But what’s it for? I am sick and tired of people and their attitude. I don’t know what life is suppose to mean, trying to survive in a place you don’t want to be, with people who you dislike and whom dislike you?