Happy mother’s day to all the beautiful moms out there! You’re #1, and I love you mom!
I always think about my past..
how to make i back to my past, how to make my old friend still beside me, how to make i have my old life, my childhood.. and everything..
imagine.. imagine.. imagine and imagine, always imagine..
if i think about my future.. there’s nothing, balnk, and blind..
sometimes i’m afraid. i can’t go move on, i always think that my past always better than now..
i think hardly, i must move on.. i must learn how to give thanks to god that i have enough good life now, but it difficult to me..
i don’t know why?
i think i’m not happy..
sometimes i think, i don’t have bestfriend.. maybe i never had it.
i don’t have a good boyfriend.. maybe i never had it
i don’t have enough money for buy something that i want.. maybe i never had it
sometimes i think.. i’m looser, i’m hypoctiote, i’ foolish, i’m fake..
and i never be the good one for everyone or someone, everywhere and everthing..
i never..
i’m not priority, i’m just option.
i think my life is full of sick&shit.
i always have no choice.
but this is my life.. this is my destiny..
everyday just flat.
no one crayon want to draw my blind canvas.
i’m just nothing, always nothing.
i’m a dreamer who just can dream. just dream..
i’m tired
i don’t know what to do.
help me god..
i’m tired.. just tired..
