I hate it when I am being randomly emotional of something which I had know it would happen. I hate it when I am jealous out of something which I shouldn't have been jealous of. I hate myself when I am trying to stand up and once again I fall. I hate it truly when I am telling myself it is alright for me but it is actually not. I am trying to board a plane which I don't know when it gona departs. I am trying to wait, waiting for it to bring me to our destination. I am trying to have faith that it will be departing someday, just because of me. I am trying to convince myself I will wait till that day. I am hoping to reach my destination. Ain't easy to get a destination that you desires.