My Fight against Self-Destruction

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This is my Sanctuary of words. May people like it
or not of me sharing my life in this page, I
wouldn't care enough for it serves as my own
meditation from a drunken and miserable life.
Depression has its own ways of ruining
someone's life. I won't let that happen. I maybe
emotionally impaired but I am strong, I am
brave, I grew up well, equip with the values and
strength to cope up every challenges that come
into my life. I choose to have no choice but to
fight my own emotions, alone or with someone.
Its better to fight with someone but I guess I
wouldn't want someome to suffer with me. So
instead, I choose to suffer my own battle with
me.

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