Some things are not worth fighting for. It hasn't been an easy struggle so far. You lose some, you win some. Is this the end of everything? With one flick of a finger, a weary nod of defeat, a deafening cry of silence; is this how things should just be?

Aren't we taught to fight for our own happiness, to fight for what we deem as right, to fight for what we want? 'Cos at the end of the day, no one is going to care if you aren't happy. No one, except yourself.








Some things are not worth fighting for; but some are.