somtimes things are just very unpredictable...
can't help but just wonder who is really true to you...
is sort of like an instinct, a feeling that surround you
telling you that ppl are hating or mocking at you.
Perhaps it is just that i'm too sensitive...
maybe it is just that i'm too annoying n irritating...
or is it myself which lack of the confidents to face this world?
i hated betrayal...
i hated lies...
i hated surprise...
i hated being fooled around...
i hated not to be able to predict...
always guessing,
always predicting,
always act b4 others can hurt me...
such always are really wearing me out...
i'm currently waiting...
waiting for a chance to escape from such reality...
waiting to live in my own promising world...
just
not to be hurt anymore