Vicious cycle.

For the time I live up till, I keep trying. Trying and trying, and the list of try is never ending. Once, I asked myself why try too hard? Twice, I ask again why even try? Thrice, who am I trying for? Fourth, why didn't I try to be me? 'Me' is a word so general, what's so different about me from others' me? I didn't know. So the vicious cycle carries on, I try again till I reach my limit and then I ask myself another question. With each doubt unclear, I brushed it off as though it never existed before. And the dark hole within my heart, my mind, gets deeper with each brush off.

Now with a hole too deep, too bleak, how am I to carry on. How am I suppose to.

But it's alright. For all i know, I'll just keep trying.