Life Part XIX

I'm not a good daughter,
But I'm trying my hardest to be one
I'm a terrible follower of my religion
But I really, really wanted to be the opposite of that
I'm not a good person, as people thought I am,
But I'm trying to be one
I'm not a good friend
But I always try to be there when a friend needed someone
I'm a lazy, selfish jerk
And it kills me when I realized that

All in all, I'm a human
A normal human with flaws
A human that, people sometimes forgot, can be broken (easily)
Despite what my facade is
No, I'm not talking about relationship, love, or something along that line
I'm talking about everything but that
I'm talking about life (my life)

And I'm nearly broken.... 

Life Part XVI

Hundreds, no, thousands of thoughts ran through her head.

Each of the thought passed her consciousness briefly, until she regain her composure

And her thoughts stopped at one particular memory, if that's what other people calls it

She calls it a mistake

And she's still paying the price of that one mistake

The proof of the 'purchase'?

Her inability to give or receive love

What would you do if your life turns out like the one described above?

Is it really possible to lose one or more of the many feelings human beings should be feeling?

And feeling only a few?

Life is full of question

Don't you think so?