I tried to put what I'm feeling into words.
Poem-ish sorta stuff.
didnt work.
I just know, that i love my family, all my darling cousins in KL included.
I'm scared of failing and although there is time to redeem my self, it is still scary.
The nagging voice in my head reminds that i have to start sprinting for the end.
My inner self wants perfection on the outside( only way is the gym la)
The doubts people are having on my dreams are starting to rub off.
But I'm holding strong. Holding tight. Its possible.
The one person who i thought would discourage me or be more unbelieving surprised me by being the only one who had faith that I'm doing a sensible job. That the route i was taking was good for me.
Geniuses are not born. They are made.
