Why do some lives look so sweet and peaceful?
Why do some lives really make people envy?
Do I have a sad life, or have I chosen to live a sad life?
No matter how positive-minded I stay, the negative side just grow in my head like how viruses spread rapidly in your body.
So is it worth it to live such a life like mine?
Damn, am i suppose to hate myself, or am i suppose to not love myself?
Somethings are just not meant to be.
I'm only seventeen, please make me twentyone.
Because being seventeen means I'm still a small girl now.
I hate me.
I feel like working on a canvas abstract painting about everything, about everything that hurts.
