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seolah anda hanya picisan.
'Do you ever feel like a plastic bag
Drifting through the wind
Wanting to start again
saat tuh terasa sangat rapuh.
Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin
like a house of cards
One blow from caving in
dan anda juga umpama seorang yang invisible.
Do you ever feel already buried deep
Six feet under scream
But no one to hear a thing'
i do hate being like this. wanna to throw up. i always being optimist. always trying actually. trying to figure things out heavenly. but the reality it wasn't. so not. reality bites and lying hurt, hah? i hate being sad. i hate to see sad faces. i hate the moody. just because i don't want to. i keep telling my self 'be happy, no matter what happens: put a smile in your face'. just because.
i had gone through sad time.
and i hate them till death.
it so frustrating.
a light in the end of tunnel?
hoping for that.
after a hurricane comes a rainbow?
i'll wait for it.
live well or live hell.
you choose.
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