Survival...

Like a child who is enthralled by a magic spell that is cast upon, I venture deeper into the darkness, straying away from sanity. My heart and mind dun coincide anymore. The strong thirst of everlasting power beguiles me from my serenity and perturb my thoughts. Overwhelmed by the hunger to succeed, and the animosity towards the accursed, I'm sacrificing everything to achieve my ambition. I have been through and seen enough torment and repulse to know how cold blooded and brutal this world is. You can blame no one for the inferiority that is present from the day you were born. If you dun scheme, you'll never be able to stand on the same platform as the elite. It is survival of the fittest. Failure to adapt and you are out of the game. I'm killing myself and bending my principles to match these dogmatic demands. A new set of protocol is drawn. I have learnt this the hard way. It's amazing how ppl's actions and attitude can change so fast with no shame after realising you are more than what you are. This hypocrisy and exasperation spur me on, feeding me with the fuel I need to feel excited and the drive to excel. I'm thrilled by the challenges that awaits and the plots that are planted. My arrogance and confidence simply will not dwindle.

I will not die.

I will dedicate and sacrifice my everything for just a second's worth of how my story's ending. I wish I could know if the directions that I take and all the choices that I make won't end up all for nothing... (quoted from the song Crawling in the dark by Hoobastank)