Kpyton

   To think of the past,so much i've been through,sometimes I can't believe what I've done,the past,they are just like pictures,one by one,passing through in front of me,I can't believe that I am the one I used to be,sometimes I ask myself,are you satisfied with who you are now?or happy with what  you are doing now,my answer is always unsure,I don't know,but at least I got to figure out what's next,what's what,as you can see,I don't believe anybody,cause I don't even believe myself,I don't know what's ahead of me,I'm confused,i doubt myself,wether I can survive the long journey.

    This is what we call life,isn't it?