I finally manage to get out of the house on my own on my crunches and wheelchair.



To a once-my-favourite-place.



I fell, I climbed up.
I was stucked at the main door.
I hopped to get out of the house.
I push myself in and out of the lift.
I wheeled myself up and down the slope.
I have learnt to manage my expectation.
I expected that my friendships were strong enough for me to rely.
And then I faced disappointments.
Were they wrong?
No. They weren't.
They have their freedom.

Being there for them was my own personal choice.
Wanting them to be there for me was my personal desire.
From the beginning, it was none of their business.

And I learnt this the hard way.

In life, you can rely on no one but yourself.
It's the truth.

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