Impasse

There are, indeed, worse things that death.

I wish I’m dead. I wish I can die right now.

If only it was that easy.

I’m hanging, again. I don’t know what my future holds. I thought my summer, at least, is clear when I went to the pre-advising for this summer and the first semester a couple of weeks ago. Then my dad dropped a bomb. Knowing it’s not his fault makes things harder since I can’t put the blame on anyone, not even on myself.

I wish I can die right now. And all these will end.