Up until now, I felt nothing

but when the wolf decided to leap off the cliff, there's no helping it.

A bit late, maybe. It feels like I've failed to do something I can't even remember. These past days just passed by like nothing's happening. Time goes on whether I am alive or the otherwise.

In the end, I am just a fool. A fool who doesn't know her place, who allows herself to be blinded by the imaginary lights of virtues, but in reality, is as vain as sands inside a few nightmares.

I allowed the future to chase me while the past was still rushing forward to tangle me. Maybe I was being a bit arrogant. I thought I could stand them. I thought I could think, at least a bit more than before. Turns out, I am weaker than I thought. When I peeked inside, everything was in the wrong place. Simply pathetic.

Sigh... it's humiliating to be weak.