This is Monday, and this is my birthday. Neither of that directing me on good day. As usual i just wake up then find a text inbox from one of out there, with stupid smile he wish me a good day and good gift. Deep on my mind i really was thankful but deep in my heart i just found tasteless and i wish he wasn't him. That's bad enough to see what he said to me. And me?? he could call me bad girl for breaking his heart.
Today just coming and i don't know why this is like full of SHIT!! 22 like a bomb with bad radiation. I got pieces enough! this is my birthday and nothing has happened. no cake, no candle, no friends, and no cheers. That's stupid enough when i have been thinking this. You would stand over there with your fucking smile or just show me poker face, bring me a cake and little candles. Sing me stupid song. Guess, I'm going to crazy, well, that;s just a dream. they could be a true or just live on my mind then fade away and another dream could replace that. So can i call this my stupid birthday? wit out Capulet saved me a bullet.
I remember when i was 21's birthday. Somebody brought me a cake a biiig cake with candle, i was happy, speechless and surprise too but i kept my mind on to reality that he's fucking girl's boyfriend. Fuck off that!!! when i was 22 they are over there with all the scedule things. Brought me some kind of story to tell about. After that i just left that day. This is fucking monday and i should have hate today. This is my birthday and i should have loved today.
The next thing that i share is about you. I couldn't see the definition of you. I just asked you to say something that i wish, then you did. it's surprise me too much and you couldn't feel that i guess.
He said happy birthday, and he called me "simanjuntak" -____- i'm feeling so gr8 with your text. Do you know why?? read that clue! Another thing about gr8full is about him. I was asking him to say "Happy Birthday" and he did, adding word "crazy" is really drive me crazy. I love him. Doesn't matter he not. I just love him.
When i was 13 i dream about that, growing up with perfect awesome. Idealism just be my self and never change. But reality is cruel. Came with some kind of problem story. I hate to grow up!! But doesn't matter that i hate or not the number is adding right now and Unfortunately can't ignore.
Here's my wish on the paper, write with tragedy then laugh like comedy. Well, i'm not a young girl who dream about sk8er boy anymore! first, I need a job. Gr8 job! Job which can make me comfort with my self, no mask, no acting! Second, I need a place to go home. Third, I need to be found.
well, A birthday is just the first day of another 365-day journey around the sun. Enjoy the trip!
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| Btw, this is nice picture i love this part too  |
