💭: I wish could run away from this ship going under. Now I feel the weight of if the world is on my shoulders. What can I do if my good isn’t good enough? And all that I touch tumbles down. I keep making a mess of things, I just wanna fix it somehow. But how many time it’ll take for me to get it right? Can I start again, with my faith shaken? Cause I can’t go back and undo this. I just have to stay and face it. But if I get stronger and wiser, I’ll get through this.