am sick of it.
I hate the fact that i'm not beautiful.
I hate the fact that i'm not clever.
I hate all the fact about me.
Well...it's not that i'm not grateful to The Almighty God but it's just i want more.
Maybe i'm wishing too much.
I'm expecting something that i know i would never had.
Life is so much easier when i just can set my own life by myself.
i'm under pressure now.
there are a ton of shits in my mind.
i just can't get those out.
i need someone's help.
should i call 911?