I was ecstatic. At first.

I mean, if you have these stories in your head and you wholeheartedly believe that its so great, you have this burning desire to share it to the world. Especially when you think you have access to the world.

But when I got there, to the point of sharing what is in your brilliant little mind, you realize that it's an illusion.

it's not as easy as you used to believe and suddenly you felt a pang of disappointment.

you might say, "maybe, I'm not that great." yes, there will come a time that you'll pity yourself.

it's hard to start from scratch.

i knew it because i had my experiences.

you might be saying, "no, it's not always like that." of course, we all have different dilemmas.

some had it the "easy" way, some had it the "hard" way.

but most of us, we had it "damn-it-was-cruel!" way.

i had the latter.

cause you see, some are born to famous. i can't blame them. it was written in their stars.

most of has to work hard to get a little fame. some go to the extent of begging for it.

before i started this, i wondered. im sure you did too. what is like? you know, to share your amazing plot to the world. have them read your works and got inspired just like you did.

and so i decided  to take a chance. i was excited. i sure you know the feeling.

but when im already here, typing and posting stuffs i thought the world might dont want to miss, i got so down. THE WORLD DOESN'T GIVE A DAMN. and, honestly, it was a punch in my freakishly numb face.

the world don't care about what you think.

YOU ARE BORN TO PLEASE THE WORLD. and it hurts to face the sad truth that some (or most) people live that way.