I'm at the verge of my existence, I don't know what to do anymore. It feels like my life has become dull. Doing the same thing over and over again. No one noticing or appreciating my efforts. I feel like regret is always knocking on my doorstep. I hate doing something I know I’m good at but don’t love at all. But hate the feeling of doing what I love but feel like I would fail. I wouldn’t want to disappoint my parents for me not having a degree, but I feel like it would be worse to disappoint myself for doing something that I’m not really fond of. I always give way for others, but not for myself. I hate the feeling of not having anything left for me. I want to pursue something that I love, something that I have passion in doing. Knowing that it wouldn’t pay me that much. But, wouldn’t you rather do something you love rather than doing something you hate every single day. I don’t know if this is depression, but I can feel its bits and pieces attacking me. I may look jolly or happy-go-lucky. But deep inside, I feel empty. You may not notice it, but that’s actually how I feel right now. Remember, a sink hole doesn’t form from the top but from the bottom.













