beautiful ones,
rainbow.
my life are full of colours too.
but most of them are black.
black are always connected to darkness.
always..
I guess being meticulous in my family doesn't mean anything right now.
you give them one, they give you none.
I have always thought of the future.
would I be marrying someone I love,
or I'm just gonna go through an arranged marriage?
It's not wrong to think isn't it.
It's a possibility to me.
sometimes I say to myself,
"Its good not to be home rather than being here tortured.."
haha.
It sounds silly.
but still,
it's spontanious.
It can either be true or just a glimpse of satan passing through.
so right now,
I'm surviving alone again.
I'm fine with it.
I'm waiting again, like I always do.
can't wait for Sunday.. *god, I'm bad..
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