I have just got home for hours, I don't know how many more times I should tell you this, I am exhausted. I dropped by popping out two bottles of heaven drink, smoking boxes of cigars, laughing out the traffic like, why can't everything be easy I don't get any reason to. Thank God I drove with my friends beside, even I know they've been trying to calm me down, it wouldn't work out those shits won't seem to disappear.
Okay, inhale... exhale. I blabbered so much these lately days. I don't think I can endure these pressures anymore that they keep coming from everywhere. I blew up much; my academic stuffs, my family's never ending trouble, my friends that nobody has any idea how I miss them half dying, and my heart... why are people forcing so hard to break it further to any little pieces? Seriously I have a feeling too don't they understand?
Well let me tell you this; "In order you know there's somebody would die for you doesn't mean you can kill them as many as you like. Once is hurt enough." Or for at least they think I'm getting used to, I start to wonder don't they have a heart too? I'm sad I'm no lying right now I'm laying on this couch crying like a baby. I don't care if nobody cares this room is wrecked up already I myself hate so much too I'm still alive.
Can anybody bring back my normal life? Dammit fuck this shit.
