Pardon me if I'm complaining too much in my blog and you are reading it.
I've got no place to rant at, can't rant on twitter cause it'll be like saying to the whole world also.
So I'm here, alone in 106, getting home from orchard.
Sometimes I really don't know how I should feel.
Sometimes sorry doesnt always come with it's ok.
Sometimes when you say you know, then why don't you make the effort to change?
I'm like any other girls, I expect like any other girls.
Sometimes I hope you know what I'm thinking.
Sometimes I hope you know what are the right things to do, but I know boys aren't born with that talent and I'm talking about human, not perfect people.
People makes mistakes and aren't perfect,
I don't complain, cause I know it's selfish. I can't make your world revolve around me, I don't want to stop you from doing things that you like.
I don't want to be the reason why you got to suffer.
I seriously feel like asking questions that will makes you think I'm really selfish.
But I'm good at telling myself it's ok.
I'm good at telling myself the good points of not saying those questions.
I want you to be happy too, just like how you want me to be.
Somehow I saw the tiredness in your eyes, in your attitude.
Guess I'm the one over doing everything, making your life tired, and hard for you to live in.
Just want to say, I'm like any other ordinary girl.
