I need your love
This July, you have never been nice to me.
I can't believe I'm here right now.
Today is the day I turn 24. Throughout these 9 years with livejournal, it has captured and saved up all my pasts, my emotions and today, I'm writing another.
24 is not a scary number to be at. But I can't help but feel that this july has been the suckiest. I'm not happy. I'm not happy. I'm not happy.
When would I be happy? I recall last july, when I was able to feel happy from within. A sincere hearty laugh. But now, I can't find that, or do that any more. It no longer comes naturally.
I had wished of course, that things would turn in course of time. But no. So far - no luck.
Am I that difficult to understand? Why does noone pay attention to what I feel, why does noone take time to understand how I can be when I'm down in a mood like this.
Fuck this. This is my worst birthday. I hate growing up, I hate responsibilities. I just want to live in a cave and hunt for food for survival. Even if I die, I die for myself.
I can't believe I'm here right now.
Today is the day I turn 24. Throughout these 9 years with livejournal, it has captured and saved up all my pasts, my emotions and today, I'm writing another.
24 is not a scary number to be at. But I can't help but feel that this july has been the suckiest. I'm not happy. I'm not happy. I'm not happy.
When would I be happy? I recall last july, when I was able to feel happy from within. A sincere hearty laugh. But now, I can't find that, or do that any more. It no longer comes naturally.
I had wished of course, that things would turn in course of time. But no. So far - no luck.
Am I that difficult to understand? Why does noone pay attention to what I feel, why does noone take time to understand how I can be when I'm down in a mood like this.
Fuck this. This is my worst birthday. I hate growing up, I hate responsibilities. I just want to live in a cave and hunt for food for survival. Even if I die, I die for myself.