Confused. Tired. Afraid. Moody.
Why do I have to go through this phase?
Is it all my fault?

Ya, I am demanding. I mean who's life is perfect? or maybe even turn out as what they wanted or dreamt of.

Maybe i'm making things complicated. Maybe i've made myself to become like this. Pampered and materialistic, loving the finest things in life.

I am so tired... I am really tired...