Years ago, I wanted to die. But I am still here. What did I do? I imagined that I died. What will be the reactions of my enemies and my loved ones?

Some of my enemies since they are pretending to be my friend, will pretend that they are sad. But they are happy. And my enemies who are not pretending will celebrate my death.

My loved ones will mourn but they will move on.

And when I'm dead, the world will continue thriving.

I just realized that the things that I worry about doesn't matter at all to other people. It matters to me, only me. Nobody gives a damn.

The only thing that's making me feel depressed are my thoughts and feelings - because of frustration. Nobody gives a damn. I am only torturing myself.

Feelings come and go, so is pain.

If I die, I can never go back. So, I might as well live. Make the most of what I got while I'm here. I'm not going to ruin my chance.

Even if things are difficult. Even if life is being a bitch. I will show this bitch that I'm not to be messed with, that her bitching is useless and pointless.

Because no matter what, I will always rise from the ashes. I eat threats, insults and prejudice for breakfast. What's new?