who likes growing up when you know fun is going less, pressure going gain. 
youre gonna lose things you treasure now, youre gonna leave them here. 
tell your self tmr will be better, but actually you know it wont be. 
crying under the pillow , trying to let nobody know. 
having tears covering your cheeks, trying not to make a sound. 
writing a post of your feelings in blogspot, but after finishing you delete everything youve writed cause nobody could know. 
The feeling of going back , the feeling of desperation. 
once youre torn, you can never be fixed. 
like a piece of paper, never perfect again.
like a kid being bullied, no more fun memories.


Everyone's unique , then why are people comparing?
Love hurts whether its right or wrong, why take it as a risk?
truth kills, but youre still alive.
tears are not tasty, why are you still crying?


IF you think questions are stupid to ask, there's one more question to ask yourself.
Is your life perfect?


I learn many thing sin everyday, Im growing up everyday.
When will be the last day?
Which day wil be the worst day?
Which da am i getting married?
Which day my aughter will be in primary school gate waiting for me? 
Which day my son is playing football on the field? 


I                                you                                     dont know.