The photo above speaks it all.
I've got the courage to tell him how much I love and wanted him. But why I don't have the courage to do other things that I wanted to do so badly?
Sometimes I feel myself being a happy kid of being daddy's and mummy's Chan child. But sometimes I totally don't. I get what I want from them for now but not in the future. I don't deserve this pampers from my parents. Since when I'm born, I gave my parents a hell loads of problems in and out of the school over and over again. I really/totally don't deserve this kind of dote, pampers and tender loving care from them. I'm a inhuman. And I shouldn't say this world is cruel or unfair for now. I'm the one who wants to walk this ale/path. I'm the one who landed myself in this state. I, this inhuman shouldn't deserve living in this world, full stop.
I've got the courage to tell him how much I love and wanted him. But why I don't have the courage to do other things that I wanted to do so badly?
What/who makes me to the have this courage to smile on?
In some time, I'll get beaten out from this stage.
I have to give it a scratch.
I have to give it a scratch.