"You are free to do whatever you want,

but you should always take responsibility

for the consequences of your choices in life."

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Sometimes I wonder why I was given this life. I did not ask for any of this. I did not ask to shoulder such a heavy burden that most of the time I can't even bear. A tiring task, a feat hard to accomplish. Everyday is a struggle, everyday a challenge, everyday is a heartache. 

Life always has a way to knock someone down, to throw things off, to beat someone up. Each morning I get up with a heavy heart and each morning I face it with a stiff upper lip. Sometimes, there are days that are good -- days where I can actually cherish and say to myself, "yep, I can do this." But those days are rare. 

Since that grievous mistake, I'm the one picking up the slack, the one who is living the life that someone else should actually be living. I've been carrying this heavy load that I can't shake off. I am tired. The hell I'm tired.

Nights do come by where I cry myself to sleep. Most of the time I contemplate and ask myself, "why me? I didn't do shit." This shouldn't be my life -- this shouldn't be my burden to bear. 

But it is. Unfair as it may be, it is now my life, my burden, my cross. 

TTFN.