5-6 years ago,

I hid in the shadows, thought that everything around me was made of fragile pieces of glass, thought that razor blades were my best friends, thought that being rebelious was the way to get things, and also discovered the beauty of black eyeliner and black nail polishes.

Black and white were the colours of clouds, summer was filled with pouring rain, and music was always the screams of sex, drugs, and rock n' roll. Indeed how troubled it sounded. Till I grew out of it.

Depression is coated and parceled with melancholy and solumn emotions. But it should not be what's bothering kids these days. We've only lived our lives for 15-25 short years. How can suicide be the way out for young adults who are struggling with "Love"? Love is supposed to be all sugar sweet and something to compliment your life with, and when it ends, it ends. Be grateful that you have even the chance to feel it. Why do young adults think that their love at age 18 will last for eternity that they are willing to go-all-suicidal when it ends? Is she the only person who ever loved you? NO.

Does that mean that they are naive? Does that mean that they are ignorant?

It only reflects how immature and shallow they are.

I wish someone would just bite the sense outta them to tell them that there's so much more struggles in life that are suicidal-worthy and not some teenage-love-story.

I'm hoping that people would be more aware of this and not end up like the guy/boy who committed suicide just cuz he got dumped.

COME ON -_-

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I spent some time thinking about everything revolving around me, reflecting upon attempts on hopes, and wishes I've tried to achieve. 

I'm proud to say that I've such an amazing mom and dad to support me in whatever I wanted to do, and shaped me to be who I am today. Although I'm not at the finish line yet, I know I'm on the right track to discover the light I wish to see in time to come.

I'm keeping my feet on the ground.

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