Moving on

All along with those worthless disappointed feelings, I've decided to move on. Life just won't stop by and ask, "How are you?". I look at myself. I really had bad days throughout this week. If I can choose, I wouldn't let this kind of feeling ruins my life. If only I can choose. I think, I can. And I tell myself that I must.

No one deserves better treating from anyone else except himself or herself.

Although I need an answer desperately, how can I get through? How can I manage to ignore my little emotion inside? How can I tolerate? How can I accept?

No matter what, I will still appreciate what I have, what I own previously. And all those memory. Everything will be just fine, and gets better in time.