Hey You

Maybe this is the second and last post i make today. And it's just some trashy diary as always.

Truly deep inside, i don't know me. I only know me physically. I don't know what i should do. Feels trapped inside my big and old body, but still an immature kid inside. I don't know me.

Hey you, who are you truly? Are u really a girl with that good side always yours? Or do you have an unsaid bad side. The real you, maybe?

That white rose, is that rose still as white as before? Or someone hurt by your torn, then leave some blood note on your deep honey? The self in your existence now, who is she?

U lied about u wanna be an architect. U don't even show it through your pencils. You lied abot having drawing hobby. You're not deserved to be an architect! You, only trash that interfere pearls. At least do something you should!

:(

Melancholia Ministra