I think it’s funny that I can still laugh at this time. I feel so tired and exhausted from all these choices and decisions and yet I can still laugh at the nonsensical things in life. I live and walk in a daze, losing where where I am though I’m physically there. I watch so many dramas now that perhaps, I’m always just stuck in that world. That false world that I want to believe I am the main actress who will somehow meet the “one” and fall in love. It’s a false world where people get sick and cancer and there will always be a namja next to them somehow. A false world where the main actor will carry the main actress, bridal style, all the way back to her apartment by feet. A false world it is, but I want to live in its lies so I don’t have to face reality. Perhaps this is me, perhaps it is I who is the problem, because I am too cowardly to face all the obstacles, because it’s true: living is hard. Living is hard but you still have a choice in what you do, right? If you’re dead, there’s nothing you can do. No way to climb the ladder the success, to make someone fall in love with you. Maybe that’s why I’ve been wanting to party all the time to “put your hands up, put your drinks up!” and then dance the night away because reality is too cruel. The truth is that I have nothing really. The truth is that I miss my family like EFF and the truth is that there is no way that we can pull that kind of money out their pockets so I can just be here. The truth is that money doesn’t fall off trees, ever. Unless one day, somehow, I become this super lucky girl who suddenly gets everything in the world. Her money relief, her boyfriend/love/relationship, her life/career. But that day, what are the chances? I want to believe in miracles, so I live in those worlds because the real world, doesn’t offer me miracles. I’m just tired of this shit. tired, scared, and shit, fucked. WTF?
The reason why death is no option because I’m a such a coward that pain is something I can’t stand, whether inflicted on myself or others. At least I’m “mature” enough to understand that much; at least, I’m grateful that I a coward, fearing of pain. Thank goodness. But otherwise that would be a good option. Just to live, is that much harder. And you’re now asking me to live and smile and be kind to others; isn’t that a little too much?