How can I say it was a miserable life in my story? What life is?
Sometimes I feel guilty by my self, something that I'm doing is not a principle of my life .
I love the way I live, why some people have to blame me? Why some people should control my life whether I can choose where the way I have to go, there's nothing to say about 'your are mine', 'nobody can stop me to got you', ''what I want I can get it from you'. Please, I'm not you doll, for you playing around when you need you come, when you don't need you go and throw me away just like a rubbish. Who you think I am? You tell me that I don't understand you anymore, but when I ask, you just say nothing, later on I will tell you. But then there's still no story from you. How much you know that I know you and understand you huh?
How could you do to me like that? Who do not understand who?
I tried to having fun with you, but sometimes when you bad mood, you ignoring me, you mad with me. Did you understand what I feel? Did you? Now I want to ask you, did you understand me?
I tell you this, nobody in this world can understand me. No one.
But beyond this nature of life, only one can understand me, wherever we are, It's always in our side.
What I want, It can give, even I never see It. Even nobody will not love It. But It will love anybody.
It have everything, but It still can love.
But you, have nothing, you whining like a child.
~ The End ~
