When people have a blast of watching football match, I don't.
When people are grateful with a handful of joy, I'm not.
When people have got everything they want, I haven't.
Am I peculiar or just too damn weird?
There are several nights when I'm in a bad mood. Home is like hell to me. Everyday. Then why do I keep crying because of no reason? Random reason instead of that. I certainly grab the guitar and play all the songs on my notes and phone (because there are hundreds chords saved on my phone). What mom doesn't know is, the songs I play always represent my feeling at the moment. I think she didn't know well, what my emphasis was. Most of my songs are English so she doesn't really know the meaning. The minor is Indonesian. But when I play part of Indonesian, she joins to sing without considering what the content of the song is. Somebody please tell her about it. I'm not brave enough to say because I'm sure she'll guess I'm in a big insignificant problem and ask me to forget it. Damn.
Right, this is just emphasis of what I feel everyday. My dad and mom don't completely know what I feel. I always hide it, everyday. I never have bravery to tell, don't know why. I think because they notice me not to do 'what I want' before they assume me as a real mature woman. No I don't regret. I'm just thinking why their way of thinking is absolutely different to the usual people. Sometimes, I can't get enough it.
Blogspot, the venue I always run after when I have much problem, even though not at all. In the time afterwards, I'll probably not write something. Something means problem, bliss, excitement, grief, anything. Well there is one obstacle that ain't existed. My bestfriend is the only one who knows. Just one person. I can't be too open-minded to everybody. I sometimes be like that though, but not often. Why don't I share my particular problem with parents? As I told you before, I'm not brave. Just like that. I have a lot of friends but it's impossible to tell the whole thing. This is one of much reason why I regret being an only child.
I want to flee, I have no destination. I want to run, I don't have enough energy (it's safer being used to join marathon). I want to hitchhike, but whom? Life is an option. I sometimes run away, but I fail. I sometimes endure, everyone can hardly see what my charge is. I'm tired of carrying tons of unseen loads. Well almost all people doubt my strength. The passion is easily implied.
What I've done is not what I want. I've tried to scatter that statement but it sometimes spins around my head. Yeah stereotype girl. I look stupid because I can't fight. Mischief covers the days. I planned to have a new brand life but I haven't. I bluffed. Well I just want to tell what exists in my heart. Thanks to tell what's within, if you don't mind.
When people are grateful with a handful of joy, I'm not.
When people have got everything they want, I haven't.
Am I peculiar or just too damn weird?
There are several nights when I'm in a bad mood. Home is like hell to me. Everyday. Then why do I keep crying because of no reason? Random reason instead of that. I certainly grab the guitar and play all the songs on my notes and phone (because there are hundreds chords saved on my phone). What mom doesn't know is, the songs I play always represent my feeling at the moment. I think she didn't know well, what my emphasis was. Most of my songs are English so she doesn't really know the meaning. The minor is Indonesian. But when I play part of Indonesian, she joins to sing without considering what the content of the song is. Somebody please tell her about it. I'm not brave enough to say because I'm sure she'll guess I'm in a big insignificant problem and ask me to forget it. Damn.
Right, this is just emphasis of what I feel everyday. My dad and mom don't completely know what I feel. I always hide it, everyday. I never have bravery to tell, don't know why. I think because they notice me not to do 'what I want' before they assume me as a real mature woman. No I don't regret. I'm just thinking why their way of thinking is absolutely different to the usual people. Sometimes, I can't get enough it.
Blogspot, the venue I always run after when I have much problem, even though not at all. In the time afterwards, I'll probably not write something. Something means problem, bliss, excitement, grief, anything. Well there is one obstacle that ain't existed. My bestfriend is the only one who knows. Just one person. I can't be too open-minded to everybody. I sometimes be like that though, but not often. Why don't I share my particular problem with parents? As I told you before, I'm not brave. Just like that. I have a lot of friends but it's impossible to tell the whole thing. This is one of much reason why I regret being an only child.
I want to flee, I have no destination. I want to run, I don't have enough energy (it's safer being used to join marathon). I want to hitchhike, but whom? Life is an option. I sometimes run away, but I fail. I sometimes endure, everyone can hardly see what my charge is. I'm tired of carrying tons of unseen loads. Well almost all people doubt my strength. The passion is easily implied.
What I've done is not what I want. I've tried to scatter that statement but it sometimes spins around my head. Yeah stereotype girl. I look stupid because I can't fight. Mischief covers the days. I planned to have a new brand life but I haven't. I bluffed. Well I just want to tell what exists in my heart. Thanks to tell what's within, if you don't mind.