Man ana?

Who am I actually?

Looking through life, to and fro, not others life but my own. I wish I could say that I'm living a decent life right now. 'Decent' here mean that I have yet to acquire certain characteristics in which I should already have.

Comparing myself with others, although might say that i shouldn't compare, still, the comparison had enlightened me with numerous things.

While some struggle so much to obtained what they want, or give it the best while doing things they like the most, me? I stood staring blankly at them, envious, yet doing nothing to at least learn some lesson out of it.

Others, working so hard to make life easier but me? I don't think i even know how to actually appreciate things. Laptops, shoes, shirts, handphones, mp3, watches. In all my life i'm not quite sure why i'm not deeply attach to it. Some people had also receive things from others and yet they treasure it deeply. Why is it so hard for me?

Apart from that, why is it so hard for me to be independent, standing on my own? Molla, jal morumnida (i really don't know).

Then, after all of these, i'm still feeling envious with others seeing they're living happily. What am i actually?

Jinjja, na nappun namja ya. (Really, I'm truly a bad person)

i have nothing but TALKing a lotttttttttttttttttttttt.

Can't drive a bike, don't have the guts to drive the car, very poor public relationship, self-centered, what else do i actually have?