[Forging Galaxies]

I can't sleep, a few minutes of crying and I'm hating myself for it.
Am I really still in pain? I feel nothing but pity and sadness for some people. How their lives would of been better if no tragic events pour into their lives. I thought I didn't care anymore yet what was deep down has resurface, and the pain along with it.

Am I just a watcher? All I could is observe... and I can't do goddamn anything about. I'm weak, my mind is weak, my body is weak as shown by this illness.
Such is life, and I'm nothing but a fool to think I could rise myself to great heights, to make meaninful impacts where they count. But this is it, I'm dying somehow... I given away all my best... and there's no way to regain such strength. Staring into the very abyss of self-power can turn anyone cruel.
How long can I stay the good person...?

And I miss you... the girl I truly loved and yet failed. Now all I can do is hope for her safety and happiness. I... don't want anyone to hurt her or ruin her. It'll truly consume me enough that I will kill all those who are vile people. But it wont happen, she would promise me that again and again...