April.

After a few months in 2013, i've discovered that months with an even number are seems heavy. Seeing from my last february which is full of melodrama, now we arrived in April.

But i'd never thought that April would be this heavy and difficult, eventhough its still a week.


It was really, such a nightmares that i dont want to see everyday. Everything which is a sources of my felicity turns a dark and creepy nightmares, somehow. I like, i do really like to do what i want to do. But school and all of fucking activities inside 'em seems like having a big trouble with me recently.

I might sounds sooo childish and badly not be thankful. Friends, seniors, relationship, subjects, home, and all of every part of them drive me crazy. i'm just an ordinary yet a poor little girl, who has no power to be strong easily, who crying easily when thinking about all of her problems, who can't handled this overwhelming sensitivity by herself, who has a bitch feelings may be. i feeling like my brain already filled up with this fucking unimportant shits, and if my brain could be crack maybe it already now, with exploding all of this sucks things.

i dont even understand what am i doing and typing right now. i'm just craving for my felicity back.
Fuck u, April. can i skip you, please?