Ashes

I need fresh air.


Emptied ash tray for ages.

Refresh

Ah. Finally i'm back. Indeed i couldn't remember i have created a blog here before. Yea it's ages ago. Inspired by some fantastic blogs, i decided to create a blog here. And duh. Then realised that i have signed up here before.

I enjoy writing. It helps to express my feelings that i could hardly boast to my friends in words. Walked by all the steps of sorrows and burdens, i feel that there's another me living inside. Like a ware wolf however i'm better than that. I'm a outgoing and talkative girl while on the other side i'm often depressed and get used to cry myself to sleep. I couldn't understand and didn't want to upset humans around me. Cry helps to release the pressure that fall on my shoulders. And yea this is me - still a crying-baby. People might tell me stop crying, everything would be fine. Did they ever think are they experiencing the same as mine? I have a life which not most teenagers are having. How i wish that i could be an immature teenager relying everything on my mother. The consequences of my actions didn't allow me to do so.

I believe less people could understand me. Eventhough the closest person in my life.