피곤해

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I feel so sad. No, I'm just tired. SO TIRED.
I'm tired with the responsibilities that I hold.
I'm tired with people telling me what to do, but they never understand me.
I'm tired with bullshits people say, that makes me trust no one.
I'm tired with my family, the one that should've not let me behind, but they did.
I'm tired with people who rush, who being nice to me, only when they need me.

Once, a silly thought passed my head.
Do a suicide. Haha. I know. Silly, huh? #NoJudge
But should try being in my position too.
HARD.
I try my best to do my responsibilities. I try not to pout when my parents tell me what to do, even if I don't agree with what they say. I heard bullshits everywhere, but I try not to judge.

A Little Thing About Me

Hello Bloggers!
Well, yea. I feel tired lately. Thinking how's my life pass by these recent years just makes me feel I'm such a 'bala' person.

I'm afraid too. Why? Because every single thing that I touch is tumbled down.

I don't want people to be sad caused by me. Or have a mess life because there's me.

I'm just...
I wanna have a girls night out with my (not really) sisters.
Doing some 'photo shoot' or just let our imaginations come at night. Gah I miss those moment.


Oh by the way, I feel kinda lonely. Well not really. But yes.
What will you do, if at school, your closest friends, all of them, have a boyfie and you're not? It's like "Forever Alone" is really exist now at my dictionary. And thinking that they're gonna be busy with their boyfies just creeps me out.
But Thank God I have full schedule from July - August. And I think I can still handle my loneliness.
But I also think that I'm not good (AT ALL) at love thingy. And I'm not ready with couple-fight or things (just like my friends do, sometimes)

HAHAHA. I used to not write down my feelings like this on blogger. But, I this time, just let me do this, is that okay?

What Should She Do?

There's a little girl. My friend. She doesn't good at love-thingy.

One day, there's a friendly boy. He said that she's cute. She laughed.

Later, they met each other and they got a chance to talk.

He pinched her cheek and keep saying that she's cute.

At first, she only thought that it's because she's funny.

But his touch might be addictive to her.

Ah, poor her.




Once upon a time, he was standing next to her.

He poked her arm. Signed her that he was next to her.

She acted like it was annoying. But it brought her a sunny-feeling.

Day by day, every time they met, they threw smile.

And day by day, she got confuse with her feeling.


Her friend reminded her that he was only being friendly

And she also conscious.

Somehow, she doesn't want to get hurt.

But her other heart is still searching where he's standing.



What should she do?

...

Who are you?
I mean, really, who are you?
And who am I?

Why can't I treat you like I treated people
Why do I smile when you near

I know you're no good for me
But there's something about you that makes me want to know about you more and more and more