I feel unhappy when someone is unhappy.
I feel extremely bad if i am the cause.
Its so hard to please everyone .
I feel so stress up, so hard to breathe these few days.
The weather is bad.
The air is not fresh.
Everyday seems to stop me from being happy.
I wish to run away and hide somewhere so nobody can find me.
Of course thats impossible.
I read a book .. not exactly a book but a comic book.
Its about love and its make up of little stories plus comic strips.
The book title is " first drop of rain".
Its about perception of love of this guy who doesn't believe love will bring you happiness.
A lot of things you can't see it with your eyes.
This guy believe that love is like a hole, no matter how many warning are given, people are still willing to jump into that hole .Once you jump in, you will nv be able to escape.
He never believe that love can bring you happiest.
haha.
haha.. Lots of illustrations.
My HEAD IS going to burst.
I don like to lie thats y i tell myself don lie.
But sometimes, if the truth hurts someone, do i still tell a lie?
I hate myself sometimes.
Trying to find some freelance job but its so hard.
Wanna earn some money to clear my debts.
Wanna buy so many things.
