Every setback has altered my mentality.
If you ask me whether I'm still the same person six months back,
I'll tell ya, I'm not.
I'm sure I have changed gradually over these few months.
Good or Bad.
I'm really unsure.
I seriously miss my old self.
But I'm so sure that if I'm still living in that shadow,
I will not survive in this ever cruel world.
My change might just be for survival.
I detest things that happened.
But things happened.
Whining will not do any good.
Like any other human,
I dream of life being good, being sweet.
In reality,
There's no such life.
I'm altering again.
I shall call it phase-shifting.
I'll only hope for my belief and strength to stay with me till world's end.
Life might just be after-life.
One day I'll experience it,
Just like everyone who will.