here.
just lied to myself,
and pretend to live happily ever after.
Why I picked the harsh way?
Probably because,
I am just too tired of telling myself,
this is the life I want.
I hate here.
I hate everything here.
It only brings up memories that I don't want to face.
I am jealous.
I really am.
of those, who get what I truly wanted deep from my soul.
and, sigh.
I guess, I will leave.
