My mom told me to have faith in fate. That I'll be just fine.
I have a strong passion for this thing. Let's just call it "E" here.
Ever since I was in primary school, I loved E, always dreaming to be majored in it one day.
Time flies.
Secondary school, I, ended up following something else.
Chances came, I let them go.
But I love E!
And now, high school.
I love E!
same shits happened again.
Every time I'm given a chance to prove my "E", and to show that I actually have a future with it, I let myself down, I let everyone down.
My final chance is gone now.
All gone.
Gone.
.
And I start to believe it's fate.
I now accept the fate and stop having high hopes on life.
It may sound sad but it will surely take tons of pain away from my life, and make it easier for me to breathe.
Sometimes, there will never be a twist of fate.
Not everyone is endowed with thing that they desperately need.
Because, it's fate.
YOU ARE READING
me.
Short StoryAt first I created this story just to upload one of my poem, but from now on I'm gonna make it kind of a diary where I keep my emotions and thoughts written down throughout the years.
