Your face is idiot. But, cute.
I DON'T KNOW is it love or just an anonymous feelings that makes my stomach feels weird everytime I saw you?
Or
Perhaps I'm just sick with this solitude. And I want somebody to pick me. Just like a cupcakes, she looks fine, nice, and still could makes others smiling but actually she just want somebody to own her.
I'll never know what's truely on my heart until I could be true to myself.
Life is awkward. Dang it.
