When I look at the mirror...

I am glad that I make it this far. Be it good or (mostly) bad times, I endure it. Even though I am still walking in a blurred line whether I have changed or not, reaching this far is a accomplishment.

I wish I can do better. Perfectionist inside me has been screaming for more. Expectations run as high as the sky. Curses and blame are the escape I can make when things don't go my way.

I question myself. Whys and what ifs fill me the most, like playing chess, which I am suck at.

I look total bore, and tired of it. May the time's remains be sent to time's graveyard, forever buried, forever forgotten.