I know, I am struggling. I am suffer from something I cant clearly explain. Its the physically or mentally sickness, or both is, I dont know. After a conversation with Angie, what I can say? I still have to fight with the devil who is dress in blue, the sun will rise up tomorrow still. My personal hate, my personal love, my personal sentiment, still doesn’t matter for others. And I have no reason to go to die. If compare with her, i have my family, my safely home, and manythings she never own. I know, but I can’t control my emotional crash.

And I am losing control in this lately days, include the nightmare i had told you before, yes, something is wrong, and i don’t know what’s going on with me, and my world. I don’t think the problem is just “lonely”, its too simple, and this simple reason can’t suffer a person around the clock. My situation is very bad, I have no mood or motive to do what i love to do in my personal daily life. And I am writing now, and I know that I would make quiet a lot of grammar mistake, but I wont give the shit !! I am just a child, i am just a talented little child. I had been hurt by someone, I had really been hurt, and why i can’t just cry for this? Unfortunately I failed to cry in my every depression moments.

Tomorrow, yes, tomorrow is a new day. The devil will gone, as if a vampire afraid the sun light. I don’t want to trap by anyone, as i thought that when i was a child. I haven’t change indeed. My heart is warm still. And I choose to live, as I made the choice few years ago, when I am a teens, younger than now. I always make the same choice. Some of my friend choose to die, and i choose to continue this God damned life, and try to decrease the spell. The witch put a spell on me, and I am fighting with the spell of love.

Tomorrow is a new day.Tomorrow is a new day. We are beautiful people. We are beautiful people. Angie you are my salvation always. And you know what I mean.

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