I know when you want something, you need to make sacrifices..
I know my destiny.. I know where am I heading and I don't like it because I sacrificed.
And now I am getting there whether I like it or not..
I am afraid.. afraid it will turn out the way I imagined it all this while..
Now it will only be me..
Have I underestimating it so much all this while?
Not in the zone of hoping anymore cause I know how painful it is when it was all turn out to be a false hope..
Will the symptom always define the illness?