August 2, 8:40 am.
You know that feeling you get when you just don't know what to do anymore? Like when you're just thinking that you know absolutely nothing of what's going on around you? People say that this world is a small one. Personally, I think it's the most fake argument I've ever heard. If there's something this world is, it's not small. There are seven billion people in this world.
And somehow, you get stuck with a handful of them in your life. You think you know them. You are blinded by an illusion of what you thought you'd never forget.
But it reality, neither of us know what's happening around us. There is always gonna be that person who keeps something from you. There's always gonna be that person who's a backstabbing "friend".
No one knows someone completely. No one. We all have a dark side that we tend to hide no matter what. The side of us that we don't show to people. Because at the end of the day, we all have our mental battles. And we can lose them by giving up the small piece of sanity that is left from us, or we can keep fighting. It doesn't matter if we may lose a few battles. All I know is that I wanna keep fighting.
Perhaps there is something worth fighting for in this world.