not because i'm angry at others. but instead myself. for being so weak. cowering in times of stress.

wonder when is there a person whom i can look up to. when their words are assuring. or giving me a pat in the back telling me i'm still in the race.

every time i thought i'm alone in this race, i see hands reaching out for me. but soon.. i realize these hands aren't dependable either. ironic isn't it? i guess that's life. to each his own.

Icarus fell when he got too close to the sun. maybe i got too close too... felt like giving up. but the stakes are too big this time and it will just increase. the responsibility is no longer myself.

time to pick myself up. I've already left myself with nothing to fall back on. just onward