I ask myself why...?
But I couldn’t get the answer....
I hate the question hehe maybe it is because I don’t like to ask for the question I don’t have an answer...

The rain goes on like my tears kinda cold but salty...
It hits hard maybe I become soft... this much soft...
I said stop like I can make it stop...
I said pls like it can hear me...
I said it hurt like it has delicate heart...

Maybe I’m a beggar... a beggar with no one to hear.......
Fuck this whole shit that reminds of you...
I even start to lose myself cos it reminds of u...
U are lost Nd not found yeah my self is like that lost but not found...
It comes and goes like it didn’t exist before...(sunny again)




Friday 🌦

I’m getting better😍

Monday ...it was along day 😇

From rick and morty 🖤