people always told me that our lives are just like books,
we start with an introduction,
and as we go on, page by page, you’d realize your value, your worth
but like a character in a story, we’ve got our own sets of struggles, we’ve got our own sets of dilemmas,
and it’s always up to you, the decision always lies still in your hands,
do you go against the plot of your story?
do you go against your fate? or do you just stay still and let your stupid decisions succumb upon your life?
i’m a character of my own story. and i chose to end mine in a bad note.