Before the storm.

In my eyes, their just a kid, like me. I can see them hang on selfish things on their hand. There is no consideration, all the people inside that group, so far from the mature, their still a kid with selfish gene, thought shes the prettier, thought their can changed the world with their ‘own’ voice, act like an old guy, we play in the same theatre dude, we are just a kid act to be an adult.

I life on my imagination u guess? This is my way to survive from all exhauting things. I swear, we are just like a dumb lamb dont know what we do, we all act to be the same human but we dont, its so fucking sick isnt it.

From tomorrow, this is my time to start hold my voices, and when their asking me like a little kids in a tantrum moment, i will start explain it.

So stop. Stop make me feel like before, im so sick for life like this. U guys just a kid bring the wrong theatre script, to be honest i am very embrassed with you all.