Depressed.

People need love because they didn't wanna feel alone.

Low. That's really what I feel now.

Times when I really doubted myself.

Am I really that stupid? Why can't I see the things that others can? Why can't I understand such a simple concept? WHY?

Questioning my intelligence. Doubting my abilities. Maybe I'm always around smart people that I tot that I'm one of them. Raised my expectations too high that I cannot achieve them. Studying for my passion, for my dreams but yet, studying seems more like a chore, more like a burden.

Sometimes dreams seem like too far-fetched. Too idealistic to be real.

Really wonder what in the world am I good at? The more I walk down the journey of life, the more useless I found myself getting, instead of becoming more useful.

Depressed. I'll get over it tomorrow.

The only comforting thing that happened recently was a dream. Thanks for chatting with me. I really needed someone to talk to, even if it's juz a dream.