Imaginary Reality

Everytime I think of this thing, at the end, I almost always sit on my bed, think about something.

I remember about things that I really miss. I look at myself 3 years ago, and wondering, how much I wanted to live, catch my dreams, grow old faster, and try so hard to get more than I deserved, or to deserve more than I got.

And then reality drags me to the present, and makes me wonder, how much I want to die.

I've felt almost everything, when my dreams ruined, my heart broken, my old friends became new enemy, people around me blame me on everything happened, everything, but the last but not least thing to struggle for is, my life. sounds so melancholy, but I try so hard not to lose that one.

Mom said, life is like a wheel, there's a time when you're in the bottom, but there will always a time when you're on the top.

I believe 'now' I'm not on the top.