It is always easier to keep smiling and says ‘I’m fine’. Most of the time, I was just overly exhausted. With a good cry and decent sleep and proper meal, I’d get better. But from textbook I read, persistent injury, even a minor one, could leave a permanent damage. I am a damaged goods.
Sometimes I miss being good at something.
Every little things that keeps reminding me about those dreams…I just have to kill it over and over…
I kind of made peace with myself. Accepting what I can dan can not have at this moment. Accepting that what I picture of the future might not happen. Accepting that it is okay other people can have it while you can’t. It is not the end. Life goes on. And it is okay.