I don't know how it has come to this. I thought I was full of promises. Of course, like any child, I fell off the well trodden path more than a few times to the horror of my parents and relatives, but even if they didn't know it, I always knew that I was worth just as much, if not more, than the next person.
From a life full of promises to a life of meager existence. Work, gym, occasional holidays, occasional hanging out or chatting with friends, occasional balik kampung, what does it all mean? Most of the time I feel restless, like I should or could do something more with my life but complacency has set me in a comfort zone so that I'm not motivated to go the extra mile.
I'm literally sitting on my ass, watching the world go by, and wondering about all those empty promises. Or broken promises. Same difference.
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