i hate to see birthday celebration.
when i know, mine will never be as great as theirs.
yes, i admit, i'm jealous and filled with envy.
only if you know how i spent my past 8 years of birthday.
i really wish, somehow.
just for a better birthday without ending up in tears.
just some people to shower me in surprises and love.
yet, it never happened.
close to it, but all ended up being screwed.
i don't know whether is it fated or pure coincidence?
i give up, i should have just give up long ago.
but i always crave for something.
it's coming, 6 more days.
disappointment will be filled, i know.
probably, nobody remembers, nobody knows about it.
fuck it, i've just like a dust particle.
goodbye.
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