If ever that day comes when everything stops making sense, I hope you’ll keep going. I hope you won’t get discouraged to continue doing the things that make you get up everyday. I pray you won’t get tempted to quit. But if ever you can’t take everything anymore, I hope you’ll find at least one more reason to keep living. Because you’re such a precious soul and very much worthy of chances. You don’t have to feel like a mess for failing to meet society’s demands, and esp. your very own expectations of yourself. You’ve tried hard. You might just have been wandering in the wrong path. Maybe there’s a path somewhere you’re better off.