I still remember it well. Many years ago, our world came to an end.
At that time, I was clueless of the world's darkest secrets, and couldn't do anything better than try hard to get a job and make a living out of it.
With my college's stress, my poverty and my father harassing me for money, I had more than enough excuses to complain about life. "Ah, I wish I could end it all right now", "I wish the world would just come to an end" or "Should I just give up and die?". These were the thoughts I had for years. Maybe that's why I blamed myself for the apocalypse.
Fortunately, I made some friends in my journey. With companions and friends, I was finally loved.
At some point, I thought as long as I could survive in this fucked up world and protect my loved ones, I couldn't be more satisfied.
I was the happiest ever.
…So why did it all crumble away? Why did I lose everything? In this ended world, was it too much to ask?
Till this day, I still ask myself these questions.
Now, I wander around and reminisce of the past, again and again and again. Tired and exhausted, I just hope one day my journey will too, come to an end.
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