I am back to the point which I started off.
Indeed life can be really ironic.
After all this time, the years that has passed by...
Nothing changes.
I am still me.
I still feel lousy about myself.
Am I still sensitive and does guilt still hold into my life?
Am I a good person?
Am I only seen to be of value only for what I offer?
Indeed I am replaceable.
This is the reality.
Eventually...time forgets all things... memories of my existence will be transient in the memories of man.
The equation I've made is that...if I cease to exist...
There will be no need for disappointment, of falling short, of being an ideal...
A tale of a boy. A man. Someone who has tried his utmost to love and do his best.
Lost amid the pages of many storied lives...
