Senin, 31 Maret 2014

no name..





My body is not perfect,
I don't walk with confidence,
I get into fights with my parents and friends.
Some nights i'd be rather be by my self than out partying.
I cry over the smallest things sometimes.
There are days that I get through with forced smile
and fake laughs.
Sometime I try to convince my self that things are okay
when they're not.

I'm not ugly but I'm not beautiful.
I don't look as good in real life as I do in pictures.
There are some nights that I cry myself to sleep.

I constantly think I'm not good enough.
I'm imperfect, but I'm perfectly me..

Sabtu, 01 Maret 2014

it happens everytime







it happens everytime.
people lose interest in me.
they get tired of me.
suddenly, they don't bother hitting me up anymore.
they forget about me
and i just become a distant memory. 
i wonder if it's my fault, sometimes.
but, then i realize that the people never stay in my life..

and theres nothing i can do about...