Present

Time is perishing. Few more days to go until my orientation. I am fully filled with fright and there is nothing I can do about it. No matter how much I tell, the pressure will never be gone. No one will know the amount of pressure lye within. My heart ache as much as a freshly cut wound. My tears just keep holding there for the purpose of been a boy. I do appreciate my friends for been caring. But the one I love will never do the same. I don't mind here declaring my parsimonious attitude. I cannot agree less. For this very moment, I can't see my forthcoming . But I do hope someone will be there for me when I need them. Telling me that I am at least important to them. I don't mind if it is fake at least don't let me know. I meant it.
I can trust no one. But I am trying hard for a reason. For that single reason I am doing so.
I'm just there to convince myself.