Tomorrow's independence day, it's the celebration of freedom, right? I wonder if I'm able to celebrate when all this time I'm still a prison of my wrong decisions. I feel trapped, although the door is right in front of me - I'm scared to get out. I want to feel okay but stepping on the hot molten rocks seems to be the only way. I don't want to get hurt but I also don't want to be stuck on the same scenario every single time. I'll still get hurt no matter what, it's better to be free at least. But I'm torn between choosing the door of hope and the door of acceptance. It's hope that keeps me staying inside a box, hoping that something good will happen because everything happens for a reason, right? But my mind is haunted by the thoughts of acceptance. Acceptance of the fact that sometimes bad things just happen because I'm stupid when it comes to decision making, and I need to accept that. Then move on. But how can I move on? I'm still hopeful that everything will soon turn out to be fine. But it's obviously getting worse T_T Why is it so hard to decide.
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