there. it's the word i should be shout when i haven't write here for months.
it's months, right?
i don't even have the cause to write anymore
i don't even have the right to own anymore
just a selfish being, here sitting behind his laptop,
bought to him by his loving father, whom until now he only do disappointing him.
just a selfish being, here daydreaming about his future,
brought to him by his loving mother, whom until now he only made her worried.
where am i now?
what am i doing?
wonder what am i doing in this world now,
being a trash
shouldn't we look upon our bright future without forgetting about all the hard work?
it's just a reason, the reason of why i'm running from reality
i even forget,
that day should be the day we lost our cause.
autistneverdie
