I search my contact numbers
looking for someone I can really talk to
But I noticed,
there is no one I can talk to.
How pathetic.
Can people erase mistakes done;
I wish I could, truly wishing I can.
There are so much I want to tell.
So much...
Somehow, telling either one can possibly fail me.
I hate growing up.
I hate people living around those scary rumours.
I learnt lessons from people;
Never gossip around;
Never bother what is not related with you.
For one second,
It's bad that I hope I am deaf.
Hope that I can always live in my imaginary perfect space.
I hope I can never knew anything.