In this huge mad world, there are countless problems for us, humans, to face. I believe nobody has a perfect life, no matter who they are, how rich, smart, or important they are.
No matter how hard they try,
imperfection is inevitable.
I used to put lots of efforts to make my life perfect, beautiful, and pleasant.
Basically try to convince myself that my life is not as bad as I thought. Deep down, I know it's useless. The more I deny, the more I realize how horrible it actually is.
Well, some people might think that I'm overreacting, attention seeking, you name it. To be honest, sometimes I think so too. But I believe those people has never experienced what I have, which is having a crazy father. I don't know any other word that can describe him. He's very emotional, and sometimes he abuses me. I can't stand being in the same room with him. He gets annoyed easily by god knows what. I think getting mad is just some kind of his hobby, that's why he does it all the time. Yep, you may laugh on that sentence, but I've been suffering for life because of that 'hobby'.
And as we all know, one thing leads to another.
I never knew that I would have to face this strange feelings inside me. I thought it was normal, but evidently, it's not.
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Always Be My Guilty Pleasure
RomanceLife is a literal shit. However, everyone has their own version of 'shitty life'. Some people can handle their own shit, while others need help. And apparently, I'm one of them. I'm the others. I need help.
