When I started to review things, I suddenly realized that even the person with the longest patience has it's own limitations.
There I started to ask myself, until when will I be the shadow of someone ahead of me? When will I let go of the doubt eating me, until when will I always give understanding to other people's mistakes? Until when should I suffer the consequence of the sins I did not commit?
And until when should I silence myself from the screams that are aching to let go? Until when should I try to fit in, when clearly I don't belong. Living on a parallel universe, still hoping that the time would come where I can finally forget the things. These questions keep running on my mind. Whn can it stop and leave me be.
