there are times i tried to make it better, but it didnt get better. And even though it didnt, i tried to try.
But this time, somehow you just realised it doesnt matter anyhow.
Maybe its fate, maybe its predestined, maybe it doesnt matter whether you try to make a difference or not, because at the end of the day, we, humans succumb to the play of the larger forces.
Then what, is the true meaning of living?
How do i live better now? Teach me. Because i never felt it was so hard to breathe and be alive.
Not that i wished otherwise. Not yet at least.
