People whom I thought would know my existence doesn't know my existence, people whom I thought would not know my existence knows my existence. Nowadays, I just feel like I'm living for the sake of living and not for a purpose. Yes, I always tell myself that there is surely a purpose of living and I have to keep living to find out what's my purpose of living. Things have been going haywire these days and I'm starting to feel some pressure. I really feel sorry for not being able to do anything when my friends are down and when they need a friend most. Perhaps I'm just a horrible friend.

Honestly, I've got some friends around me who doesn't think about my feelings when they do/say certain stuff in front of me. Sometimes I really wonder who/what am I to my friends. It's time for me to "discover" my true friends, those who will truly listen to my troubles, those who will wash away my sorrow, those who will cheer me up, and those who will think about my feelings. To be frank here, I've only got 2 friends who are like this.

I really dislike those people who think that I'm always happy and never sad. Come on, after all I'm still a human; human has feelings. I really wish to have a friend who'll truly give me advises. What's the use of having so many friends when among the many friends, there are real, fake and faker ones? Are they the ones who will always be there for you? No.

So what's the next obstacle I'll be facing? Or am I already facing one?