hello again,
so it's almost finished, but not yet. for almost 25 years i live, things are just getting crazier. we don't know what will happen even 1 hour after this, life is so unexpected. i wonder if i can live in my imagination.
i wish to have more life than the day before, i wish to be more lively and be thankful. i won't ask for thing that is so not possible, i just want to live in peace. or really?
even if i die tomorrow, i'll just be in my room.
i used to be the one kid that having own life in my own imagination, for almost 25 years i've done nothing so amazing. i'm not gorgeous or genius, not famous very talkactive or ambitious. i'm not from wealthy family or having excellent talent. i'm just an ordinary girl. and it's okay. it's okay to be me. i even haven't be in love i guess. or have i?
the melody i hear everyday, the empty thing i hide from anyone else. the big secret real me i didn't show, and maybe this is all pretending live. i honestly hate people. i act like i love people.
people, friends, acquaintances, strangers and enemies are so tiring. but when i am alone all day, it's even more tired.
life is so complicated, and so love. so drama and no end thing. everything involve with feeling are so overrated.
i always try to fix other people, but really mate?! i'm fucking broken here.
no one is fully fine, especially in our ages.
if life is so that beautiful, why do we always having a deep sigh?
really, i don't know how to enjoy it even more. i need something new. please.
sincerely,
tasia
