Getting rid of the triggers. That means throwing away many things that I cherish.

Maybe I have developed a phobia of some sorts. A disease that is only inside my mind but I am convinced that it is real. It has begun to affect my physical health.

I am doing my best here. I am keeping the faith for tomorrow and is still trying to stay alive. I cannot expect things would be better as soon as I opened my eyes. I need to do something.

It is the governing law in this reality. An equality exchange. We can't have free things shoved down our throats. We need to sacrifice something too receive something.

I am tired of hiding these scars. It is too much a burden.

We are starting to see with clear eyes. I don't know about that before, but there are so much dirt in this world. Unseen, cultivating without any suspicions. The source is still not known, but it shows that this world is corrupted. And this is also the world where we need to give birth to a new life in.

Am I willing to sacrifice something of mine to achieve another? That means forgetting one thing to get a new sense of satisfaction. I don't know if I can do that. I am too stubborn to let go of the past. I want to forget all the laughter, the anger, the humiliation, the sorrow, the moment of silent.

Yet I am still reminded of them once in a while. A whim of the torturous mind. I cannot control it.

Maybe I need to move away from this place, one that I call home. I don't know when I can do that, but if I start to work for it now, it will be in a near future.

The road is still there, and I have the option to move forward or return back. I am stuck in this road for so long, and the scenery is unchanged. Perhaps the time has come for me.