Life in itself is an irony, isn't it? What I learnt from life is that if there is no hope, there is no pain.
But if there is no pain, is there no gain as well?
Really, I try to be the best of what people might hope me to be, I really do but perhaps that shall never be enough. But I have decided to tell myself, hey it's okay. As long as I have tried and done my best, I have no regrets.
Everybody has a few skeletons in their closet, but who really lets their skeletons out to get some fresh air?
I think it's time I give mine a proper resting place. If that's even possible...