my goodness, it is rainy day again.
Wherever I go, I need some place to breathe.
It filled with the green smoke...sad, and nausea.
Always in this way. I am fine with it, I will try my best.
Living should be more comfortable and relaxing.
But no one talk about the other.
Down, anyway. I will do what I want, no matter what you think I am or no matter what you hate me.
At least I learn to know how to get used people get together like shit.
Thanks God to forgive me in the extrem manner. I just need this space to spew those out.