I woke up this morning feeling strange to my self. Who is this crying lonely girl? What i have done lately?
I thought I surrounded by many people know me, but in fact they don't know me at all. I bet what they know is far from the truth. The more strange thing is the one claims to understand most of me can also be the one who hurt me the most.
So, is that me don't understand my self enough?
You know, I just wanna walk so far to find a quiet forest, find the tallest and the most shade tree, climb to it, read some book up there while listening to my favorite playlist, and sleep for hours. May be the idea of being invisible also sounds good. If I could escape and recreate a place that's my own world. If I could escape, I would but first of all, let me say...
"Dear you, we've been to selfish to ourselves, push ourselves too far. Things changed, they came without a warning. You change a lot, worse than ever, I change, in some point. The rest of it remain as scars. We should learn from our own mistake, our own scar. I realize that it takes too much effort for us to understand each other. The last of you left me without any single word, left me in silence. Don't bother, I'm not gonna talk to you either."
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