Tongue-tied.

Anxiety and pressure took control of me on friday. I always thought i'm alr used to all the shoutings & blaming on the field, but it didn't turn out the way. After what seems so long, i broke down. Hate is a strong word, but i really don't like you.

Seems like somethings are just still the same, what could i say? I need a little bit more luck, than a little bit. Cause everytime i get stuck, the words won't lift. And everytime that i try i get tongue tied, i need a little good luck to get me by. It feels like the end, don't wna be here agn. If only we could help each other off the ground, so we never fall down agn.

Everytime i think of ending it, i don't dare. Cause of all the efforts put in this years, the sacrifices made, the lessons learnt. I don't want to miss a thing.

(haha uncle your face is so funnny! can't help but to blog it.)