I have no clue. I know. My dreams was probably too high. Dangerous. Treacherous. And it could be surreal, maybe. That's why I'm not really that comfortable if someone tried to talk about it. I'm just.... scared... of their compliments. Because I knew that some of them were just gonna laugh about it. It's not like I didn't want to share about it. If I didn't want to, I wouldn't post it in this blog, right? It just, sometimes, all I wanted was just want people to know. I mean like, if you know now.... That's it. It's done. Nothing to compliment about.
I'm a dreamer, people. Everything on my mind might be impossible. But, I'm trying to. I mean, this is my life. I knew the consequences, the hardness, the roughness of the fight.... But please, let it be. I knew you guys loved me, I knew you guys don't want me to hurt myself, but everthing will be alright. This just the progress. I'm gonna enjoy the path. And I'll never ever forget my ground. Please. Had a believe in me....
