Sunday, January 1

Cut me, Mich.

     I often imagine how people would react to my death . What would they feel if one day I was gone? Will they be miserable? Will they exult? I'll certainly not figure out the answer to this question .

     I thought about that in a time where demise would be the easiest and simplest retort . I was out of my mind, trapped in my own infinity of hitches . I could have stayed there a little longer if I wanted to, but I knew that life has to go on . I have to keep on going and continue the way of life . I have to be strong enough to get on going . When the going gets tough, I have to be tough as well . 
     
    I do not know if I should be sharing my private problems here, because it doesn't sound so decent, so I won't . Well maybe I'll tell you some tip-offs, but I still wouldn't tell exactly what happened or who was with me that time . Here are some words that would give you some ideas: Classmate, Almost killed, Reason = Me . I guess that's enough for you to have a context of my own problem . That is where I could relate the quote, "When the going gets tough, the tough get going". I made myself tough enough to undergo the problem that I made, and by that I made clear of myself that only if I would be bold enough to face my difficulties, that's where I would be able to surpass them all .