Sorry not sorry.

There are some days where I really want to dig a hole and just bury - not just my head, but my whole self under, and today is unsurprisingly one of those days. I feel like I can't breathe - there are so many stuff in my mind and I don't really know how to get them organized like how a normal person can. I wish there was somebody that could just sit down right now, and just listen - you don't even have to listen, just pretend you are listening. I'm quite sick of filling up the gap in some people's life because I'm living with this abyss that seems like nobody can deal with. 

I have an appointment tomorrow, to fill up part of someone's dream and aspiration. And when people ask me what do I want to do in the future, I tell them that ideally, I would love to travel around the world and have a feel of each country's different culture and see what creativity I can take away from there, and at the same time, help those people in need. And they laugh. Thank you for laughing at my dreams, when I'm trying my best to fill up other people's dreams. Sorry for not being sorry about not wanting to be a doctor/banker/engineer/accountant/<insert whatever money-making occupation> just so that I can fill up my bank account, and probably feel empty on a whole new level that you'll never ever reach.

I really hope all of you step on lego at least twice a day, for the rest of your life.