No matter how strong you think you are. There comes a point wherein you just suddenly feels that everything you are going through is so much. For the longest time, I had tried to play with my emotions. I had succeeded in fooling myself. I had pretended that I was not happy when I should just to protect my interest. I had shown great smile when no one knows i'm all bleeding inside. I had tried to modify and moderate my passions and limited my access to the world outside because other things deserve my attention. I had been the teacher to myself on how to deal with life's complexities.

I'm getting tired, there's just too much of so much. but i don't want to admit that I am getting there. Probably because I don't want to set my mind on something like that and I would want to continue to do what I am doing because this is all I want during my formative years. I made a promised to myself to do it, not for anything else and just for the sake of doing it. And as long as I live, I will continue to dream of the same wavelenght and focus.

And as they say... you can complain, rest if you must but don't you ever quit.