To all the people that care for me

To all the people that care about me. Words can't express how thankful I am for finding a time to be there for me. Despite the struggle you guys going through right now, you'd still squeeze 30 minutes free session for me to share how terrified I am with everything. How I'm just a small bean.

Yesterday was the first time I can finally finished my meal and had enough sleep. Contemplation gives me enough amount to know the difference between hope and being delusional. Late night stroll gives me enough energy the next day to know there's always a second, third, fourth chance to re-do and re-think your goal.

I stop listening to music too much so I can take a look at the real world and accept that it's okay that the reality is not okay.

People can't tolerate me and mistaken my fear and anxiety as an act of being immature and that my problems are petty are the people who aren't meant to be in my world or part of my story and that's okay.

It's okay.

I know now that I always have to put more effort to write down instead of let it cross and pass from my mind. Writing all the things you achieved and thankful for. So that in the future you'll know how to not lose to yourself.