whenever people ask, "how are you?"
i would ans, "still alive"
nothing more.
i can't say I'm good. everything is not good here to me.
but it's not too bad, as I'm still breathing.

im kinda lost
dreams?
the moment i move back here, my dream died.
no aspirations, no motivation.
there's no need to struggle living here.
just live like a living dead person
nothing left inside of me.
nothing.
empty.

legit feeling like a trash of the society for being idle.

useless.

no self worth

probably i'd scolded people being useless too much back then. and what goes around comes around.

i can't do anything beyond construction.
or rather, i'm just an employee material.

i just can't seem to do anything else.