Yet, a fighter

It is now 3.34 pm on a Sunday afternoon, and I’ve done my add math project up till 3(b).

After yesterday’s excitement, fun, surprise, and midnight jog, I can say now I feel so worn out. And my life is back to the usual, all that happened last week seems so insignificant right now.

Yes, maybe is enough, maybe means hope and I’m fine with that. Even without aid, I live happily, because I want my life to be like that, I can be the most independent soul you’ve ever seen. And I take care of others too, people I love, it makes me tired, but I’m very proud of it. 

I feel that I have a long way when it comes to great things with you, because you make me see things in different light, and recognize all my odds (:

Look at this, I’m so different now.