the controversial me

I’m beginning to lose faith in myself. I’m troubled. At a time when i’m supposed to be in school, I’m actually at home penning down my thoughts in this little space of my own. The past week has been pretty fucked up to say the least. I survived quarrels after quarrels with you and survived the tongue lashing i got from my mum for the laptop screen. I no longer know the meaning of love and no longer find touch rugby to be fun. I dont know what to do much less know what to say. I’m tired of my life. It’s easy to yell “I QUIT” but there’s a certain amount of responsibilty i have. Right now I’m still holding on to the belief that we’ll make it through this rough ride.

Breathe Aloysius, Breathe.