Since my mom carry me out in this world, I always knew that I was born especial. Not the smart, brainy nerd girl, but the one who is fund in music and arts. I always have this guts in me to follow the journey and sing in a lot of crowd that screams in their lungs and cry to my music. But life seems miserable and horrible. It trick me believing if I do good deeds, be kind to others, help every old woman in the street, I will be worth it and everything should turns out so well. That I shouldn't be worry about the people that makes me who I am right now. But everything turns upside down when the people that cherished you up, always on your side when everytime you look at change. People change. My dream became my what ifs, My maybe, and my wishes. Looking at the family portray on the bedside, I feel sick and nauseous seeing my family smiling, especially those two liars on my side holding both of my shoulders. My green eyes is looking healthy and my body is still fat.
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