I don’t know why I did write that, but for sure, yeah..

When you’re done, you’re done..

Life is a mess.
Life is a blessing in disguise, yes.
Life is everything.
Life is life.

I don’t like the fact that we have to do what we have to at this ages, or maybe for the rest of your life. Who knows..
I don’t like the fact that when we said something, it became clearer to the world and what’ve you said deceased into something bad.
I don’t like the fact that life is a bless in a mess.

But

I like the fact that I still have my breath.
I like the fact that some of my dream became clearer, and some other still dreamy.
I like the fact that I can do something I want to.
I like the fact that I have good friends, from the past, present, and I believe, in the future..

But, when you’re done, you’re done. No longer doing the thing you did. No longer thinking the thought you thought.

When the needles still breathing, you have no choice. You must walk by it, not giving up the slightest hope.

the.one.who.still.wanna.believe