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Okay, I just published a post that I won't update my blog. It's true okay.

But I really need to publish this post. I'm afraid if I don't have much time on earth. It's now or never. If I die tomorrow, I have no regret to say that I once have the spirit to continue my life.

I came across the story of a little girl from a website. She was 14, and died because of skin cancer. After I read her blog, I was like.. She wanted to live so badly but she didn't have that chance. But me? I remember I had thought to suicide, once, back in my college.

Silly me huh? It wasn't my intention to suicide, it just that I didn't found the purpose of my life. For me Life is a pain harsh. Too harsh that has left bruises and wounds in my heart.

That girl was 14, and she found hers. She wished to become a doctor and help people. Open a charity house and help the orphan. How sweet for a 14 years old, aight?

But ME? I am 18, I achieved, NOTHING at all! And yet I wished to die. How stupid I was. I never seen life as a good thing. I know I wasn't born to become a quitter. But I have no reasons or no game to win at. I fear everything in my life.

People may see me as a tough person that could through my days boldly back to the five previous years(you know where I was). Frankly, they've seen nothing. In fact they're no one to predict how my life is and who am I.

I know I still got long way to go. But I also know, one day, one fine day, I'll find my own purpose! And by that day, I know that my life is precious...