about
you think you know me.
I am a puzzle of an angel with blood, razor blades, and broken wings. will you solve me?
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Saturday, April 9, 2011
Dark Night. @ 7:59 AM
Am mentally tired now. My brain just can't stop thinking.
Am a loser when all things came around.
I hate myself for being such weak. Hate it when I only know how to cry when problems occur.
Hate myself for keep hoping others to take care of me.
But what happen when I need to take care of you? So lost,so clumsy.
Am full of unsecure, uncertainty. Am afraid to explore new environment.
Learn new things, meet new people.
I don't know why am I acting this way?
I don't know why lately am so afraid of so many things.
I kept forcing myself to grow up, to be tough. But am suffered.
Am stuck in no where.
Protect me from pain, will you?