Finally FYP is over. But there is still no sense of freedom, not yet, it almost seems like never. As long as I am still the same person as today, I don't deserve freedom itself.
And still, sometimes I go to bed earnestly wishing the morning will never arrive, truly wish to just fall into the deep vortex of dream. I am avoiding, I am being afraid, timid, a coward. Postponing every decision I have to make, hoping someday it will decide on its' own. But nothing is that easy, it's about me, so it's my call.
It's a shame.
The true answer in my heart can't match with my heart itself.
Tell me, someone, what to do.
I need a strong soul to guide me now.
