I don't know how to start this, but okay, here we go...
I kinda missed that smart girl ever I had in my life.
Everything changed after I grow up. I became more realistic and hating bullshit that they throw on me.
Sometimes if I can, I could smash their body to the wall (seriously, I done it once and I still can't believe it), or grabbed their frickin shirt then I pull them away.
I became a protective person. I don't even care with myself. Even if I got bruises, I'd like to taking care of it by myself.
It feels like I was only acting inside this world for the whole time and I can't be myself!
I felt desperate...
I hate everything...
I don't think that I will survive this hell...
I put a fake smile to everyone...
And just, carry on...
YOU ARE READING
Even Just For A Moment
Non-FictionI give you challenge to not give any votes for this book... This book may contain some of sad, minor depression, and love. If you find a question mark at the first line of the story, that means it's my super secret person that I love
