Bismillaahi,
Sometimes I just wanna write. I turn on my laptop and start to write. But it is even not something that I could say as a good writing. All is about complains. I cant complain in my real life, verbally, so, writing is my best media to do it.
This time, I wanna complain about people. (as usual). Many of them are frustrated by their future luck. They forget if I am in front of them. Why do they pity their lives in fact it should be me who have to be pitied. They all have something to be offered. They can get what they want. But me ? It was like they were trying to hurt my dignity, slow but hard.
Nobody knew but me. Ive opened hundreds even thousands. Ive got dozens rejection. One that could receive me is not in a right time. One who said yes said that he didn’t intentionally said yes. One who said yes went away like a wind blows. One who I though had a chance said I wasn’t real. One who I wished forever said I wasn’t in the list.
So what do you think about it? Do you still feel the worst, the most terrible person, the most hurt ? What about me ? Hundred times i sing those songs just to cheer my own life. When i cheer you up, actually i was talking to my self. But i dont feel as the worst, because there are many who are worse than me.
(My english is so terrible in this post and in the post before it. I was so lazy to care about grammars.) (I almost said sorry. . but i dont need to do that i guess)
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