people just keep telling me what should i do. maybe they have never thought of what i wan. these few days i have been thinking. about my life, my stuff. it seems that it isn't my life, it's people's life. because the things i do is for people, maybe not for myself. how does it feels like to be a piece of meat patty clammed in the middle of 2 hamburger buns? maybe no one in the world really know me that well, maybe not even my family.
where's my angelic wings and halo ??? maybe im dont even "grow" them in the first place. since years back, i've tried been as good as i can be. but sometimes things backfired and i feel that the efforts that i have put in has been erased as time goes by. the things i have done no longer become an issue to people. maybe they dont, and cant, see the reason for my doings, neither did they asked. and in the end, i'l be the one who got screwed.
think back, for any friends thats reading this. if there's anything i have done which does not gets the appreciation of anyone, tel me striaght in the face. i promise i wont do things as considerate as i do like the past.
life is so meaningless. true. you prayed to god, you hold onto your belief. yet god often makes a fool out of people. you think for others, yet got gunned by that "others". HAH. funny isn't it. fate is worse. fate toss people ard like some sort of puppet.
a rubber band slowly stretched over a distance. wont it ever break ?? yes it will. the longer you pull, the greater the distance, the more pain you will feel when it snapped. this saying, i heard from 1 of my good friend. i've never forget it. a saying thats how true.
sometimes i feel down, i cant find a person to confide.
sometimes i feel like crying, i cant find a shoulder to rely.
sometimes i feel like ending my life, i deludes myself by thinking maybe
everything is a lie.
