189/365 - It All Comes Crumbling Down

More street food - Tuknene and Chicken Meatballs

I apparently am not a beacon of optimism. Whatever positive vibes I have, apparently only I share it. I thought I could be an agent of change for others, but I guess not.

I'm in this alone. Whatever heights I reach is because I worked hard for it. And it's because of whoever helps me. I cannot, and I WILL NOT pull other people up if they do not want to be pulled up.

Out.