Indifference

I feel down when no one cares, when no one appreciates, when no one even bother to read or look at. It is yelling at me how how worthless my writings and works are. It always made me want to cry.


But then, what is about the audience? It should be about my own happiness and what I am really passionate about. Why should I let them pull me down? Why should I even bother to wallow in misery, when misery should not even exist? I should stand up and continue whatever I have started. I shall do this, for myself.