Sometimes I sit there thinking why did I get myself almost in this kind of trouble. Why am I still dumb enough to trust unworthy people, by using the stupidest ways.

My life aren't that great. I lost the party animal group, and I'm left unmotivated. Idk what to do. I don't wanna work out. I don't even badminton that much. I reject, reject and reject. I say, I'm tired. I say, my arm isn't fit to. I stay home and rot instead. Definitely rotting. Tried to force myself into doing something different. It didn't happen at all.

All this time. Idk what I'm doing. Literally waiting my time to end. When will I really die? I've been looking forward. What is life. Life is the journey to death, that's all isn't it.

Holiday is poison.