this lousy life doesn't really matter anymore. i don't know why am i like this today. i just don't want to talk to anyone today. just give me sometime for myself. maybe this is the time of the month. even listening to this rnb song make me so sad. dropping my pen make me want to cry. huhu. i hate this feeling. dear blog. i only can talk here. cannot do anything. depress? i guess do, but i don't know why.
better off to home.