so dead tired after work..

like to go on a holiday trip maybe soon , somewhere nice ....

i wanted to tell you all my secrets,but you became one of them instead

Sometimes I feel like i’ll never be good enough.

why are humans so complicated..

been a tiring day.what about you..?

parallel lines that'll never meet

so nice to be sitting here and enjoying the breeze alone when you dont wanna think of anything...:]

i am giving it all up.i am tired.i cant seems to do everything right,everything..

who am i? what have i become? where am i? who do i seek? what do i really want?