i hate to be adults. to be good. but i have to. i know
i hate to be me sometimes i love to be me sometimes.
i hate my hair. i hate my clothes i wanna be others stupid iam.
i hate to make a decision iam afraid that i make a wrong decision actually like the old days.
i hate to pretend that iam strong i hate to those that hurt me i hate to those who make me sick! i hate all of them!
but...
i have to face all those trials i have to be good i have to accept what ever iam i have to learn something new everyday i wake up. *sigh
i love to see those smile i love to see the blue sky i love to make them angry i love to see they are happy *even iam not i love to take care all those stupid things *because thats iam!
lastly sometimes people cant see because people dont even give a damn people dont even care
but i do care *sigh do i care too much honey? do i have to let everything just happen? i know iam not a superhero and i cant control everything
but i want to take care everything in a right place in a right time definitely i know. i cant.