dear Diary...

dear dairy..

why it is so hard 4 ppl dat i love 2 understand me?

why it is so hard for them 2 read wuts goin on in me?

sometimes..words cant define wut we feel..

theres something dat we cant define as easy as 2 say i love you..

i try myself 2b not so sarcastic 2 everyone but it seems pointless..

dear dairy..

i'm sick wit my day..i'm sick wit everything beside me..

but dares no one try 2 understand dat..

n even, i'm the one who try back 2 understand them..

i'm not strength enuff to keep smiling wit the outside world..

i lie to myself..i lie to ppl who always be beside me..

n u will nver know diary..

pretending 2b ok is something dat really2 makes u tired..

dear diary..

loves and life of mine was halfly depictable..

i love my love even i really do love my life very much..

but..

do they love me as much as i love them?

no...

maybe yes in words, but not in their heart.

i hate it.