Chapter 48:

I stared blankly at my bedroom ceiling , I was waiting for my whole body to start functioning in the morning, I just woke up and my body was like paralyzed from the bed. I made out a yawn and pulled my arm out of the comforter, hands raised and palms open as if reaching for the ceiling. It doesn’t help me one bit from getting out of the bed but it makes me realized every time that everything that I’m going through shall pass and what I want would happened. Though it also means what I'm trying to reach was unreachable and that I should give up, it gives me anxiety and gratification at the same time.

I stretched my hands and fingers and pulled my body to sit, sometimes the morning just don’t start the way I wanted it, so I railed my hands up and pretend I’m reaching to the ceiling, but the reality was just I’m reaching on nothing.

Some say we create our own fate, and that our destiny was already destined to us even before we’re born and we have our lifetime to find and reach it, but I