It begins at night
do the best and God will do the rest.
As long as i do the best, i have nothing to worry about.
Life, the hardest time of me.
Everything i say, always there’s a counter.
Life is unfair.
When i love someone, it all destroy by a paper contains of number.
God will do the rest, what if i already did my best and the result is not worthfit? To Whom should i mad to?
I have nothing to worry about, what if the result is not what you imagine? To whom should i mad to?
When you love someone then you have to break the bond of lover, what can you do? What will you do? How do you feel? Hurt…
I’m angry to my self, what i did is always wrong, never been right…
I don’t want to lose you in this way..
I feel like i’m not a human, but a machine to produce numbers in a paper. If i do that, i have no heart..
I’m confused, i don’t want to lose you, what i feel now is unpredictable, all of my feelings are combined, anger is the only way to expressed it..
I need you to know what i feel..
Writing is the only thing i can..