another one bites the dust.

i realized that i never have a happy thought in my life. it was full of anxiousness and it led me to having a horrible personality. (or personalities?)

i know i shot a numerous of pictures, uploaded it on social media, collecting quotes for the caption, reshare a quote that i thought it was well said or matched with recents, but i knew more than anyone that obviously hated words. ironically, i fond of writing and reading. but you know, i love words that for myself that helped me found my own freedom -- while in fact, the words said by other people not. they imprisoned me in an endless worry, fear, disbelief, and sadness. many thoughts that words were powerful for me so they gave me a motivational speech, a gorgeous quotes, but hell none of it worked for me. words are just words. only for reading only for re-writing. just how much people can just believe in anything that only came in form of words?