Overdose, I’m drugged

First, Second, Thrice, that was long ago, and I learn to forgive day by day, time after time. And you ask me why I drown and immense myself in this unknown unhappiness, without realizing you’re all the reasons I’m here now. I don’t want to, never want to make use of your guiltiness to attack you, to give myself more luxuries.

The frustration of not doing any better and coming home from school with hair smelling like canteen’s oily fried food. Not to mention lunch boxes with quick scribbled notes, yeah, see? Don’t you see it at all. I have feelings too.

Seriously, sometimes it’s not that I want to think too much loh, it’s like, there’s this BIG FAT LINE you should never cross loh. This house is caging me, carving me a hole I hide inside my heart.

On a happier note, the highlight of the day remains what happened after school. I wait for tomorrows that I look forward too, cause they make me catch my breath.  :D

p/s: change Briana, change, because some people remains no matter how hard they try