I said I'll never stop believing.
I said I'll hold on.
But why am I still suffering then?
Months pass. Days run. Time ticks faster.
What else should I do?

I missed appointments.
Missed calls.
Missed a day to be productive.
Missed a day to make a change.
I looked the calendar.
Woah! 3 months passed by already.

They said they'd help me.
Now where is it?
Now that I needed it badly?
Did they just say that to make me feel fine?
Or to make a fool out of me?

I already wrote stories that made others happy
I already wrote stories that made the readers knots
with topsy turvy roller coaster rides of emotions
I already know how to edit photos!
I already fixed my best friend's laptop!
I can play my guitar again!
I already wrote new songs, poems!
I already played under the rain after 4yrs of being stuck in college.
What else do I have to do?
I've been rejected many times.

But here I am still trying my luck.
So what's next?

I wasted 3 months already
Is this God's will?
Or it's simply badluck?



Eotteoke?