Goodbye

Goodbye to this place that holds so much memories.

But I could no longer stay here and so I’ve moved to another location where I can bare my soul.

Thank you for being my ‘dustbin’ all these while.

Thank you and Goodbye!

Made to Believe

I’m scared… So scared…

All this while, I was force to believe that I am not capable of being happy.

That happiness always seem such a distant thing.

And so when it comes near, I draw away because I was made to believe it is never real and I am not meant to be.

I can’t own anyone, I can’t own a thing and I can’t own happiness.

That is what I was made to believe.

我是个坏人

我每天都在想我是个坏人吗？

我似乎真的只带给人伤痛吧？