As for now, I have difficulties with my days; sometimes I might have fallen down into a trap that sets me loose. I sometimes stay all night in my room thinking what life God gave me, and I don't get it. I haven't seen it through, and I can't figure it out. What is the point being here? And why do I suffer the same faith all the times?
"We can't understand the life itself, but we can learn to live with it."
Let me have a strength to bear the sadness that comes along, the darkness frightness me; maybe i just watch too many movies.