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All alone in my room, wondering about what life has bring to made me who i am now. All my friends, all my family, and all the other people that are involved in my life. Love, Trust, Care and Respect.
Sometimes, you cannot jugde someone. You may think you know them, but honestly, you don’t. Giving out weird ideas about people you know. Critize them. Whatever. And those who you really care about talks bad about you because of a one occasion that you are innocent. I don’t know. People hates me and critize me or gossips about me for unknown or the weirdest reasons. Guess What? I’m hurt. Cause these people are the people that i care most. People who i turn to at times in need and they come to me when they needed help.
I’m abit confused about everything. Sometimes, i hate being alive! Tell me how happy those people who are dead? The dead won’t feel anything, but the alive will feel. Can tell when it starts to rain. And when the night comes, thats when all your thoughts really all come together and crushes you like fireballs. Think. Think. Think. Think. Blah. Blah. Belahh. Sigh. Sorry if i’m being all emo. I know you cant stand me now. Haha. That reminds me of a song. "No.. you cant stand me nowwwww". I’m getting very annoying.
…is all libra going thru the same thing now?
