Every day I tried to be happy. I laugh and make people laugh
hard but why is it that at the end of the day, I still feel sad?
Too many things are running in my mind right now, I think
people around me are all angry at me. Am I just a paranoid or is it really
true?
It’s so sad. The day is very frustrating, but I’m thinking
of happy things right now. I hope this will somehow could make me smile before
I get to sleep.
I want to sit on a very high place and shout at the top of
my lungs and scream till I get tired. I want to walk along the beach and feel
the breeze, lie along the sand and see the sky as it turns into black. I want
to be in the place where only music can find me. I want to listen to somebody
saying things that can make me happy. I want to be with somebody whom I can cry
and tell everything that I feel, someone who will never get tired listening
with all my solitary feelings.
But still nobody can understand me; even I can‘t hardly understand myself.
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