Sometimes I ...

The thing about not working is that I get plenty of sleep.

For the past one week I have been chalking up enough sleep to offset any lack-of due to my last job. Physically I am repaired but emotionally I feel empty still.

Sometimes I live my life not knowing what I want.

Sometimes I remember what I wanted but I feel defeated because I know I dont have what it takes to achieve it.

Sometimes I feel like throwing in the towel and declare that I am a loser, and so what?

Sometimes I hung my head in shame acknowledging I am not working hard enough towards my dream.

Sometimes I am helpless to the hurdles in life. As much as I understand that these are all part and parcel, I just cant seem to take them as they come.

Sometimes I wish I am as strong as I appear to most people, for most people felt it's okay to leave me alone. My weakness is my vulnerability, and my archilles heel belongs to people who saw me in those times.

Sometimes I encourage myself to open up to friends, but end up lying to them, telling them I am fine, and they believing.

Sometimes I believe I am doomed to fail and I started counting down to it happening.

Sometimes I worry about what others thought of me, but most of the time I cannot be bothered.

...and

Sometimes I think I am alone walking down this road, but I know I'm not when I feel stones pelting me.

The last one came from the bottom of my heart.