It's been a while (5 years to be exact) since my last depressing posts. The 'dying' things still with me. But with time, people learn how to deal with it. Still have that feeling of being inferior, neglect, prejudice, unlucky (anything that associated with depression). Sidenotes: I've been into few new hobbies/interest that somehow died down along the way. My promotion got delayed due to 'forseen' consequences, but didn't expect to be dealt with. Karma is real.
We'll be remembered, we'll be forgotten We'll be cherished, we'll be grudged We'll be needed, we'll be discarded We are one, yet we are not