I am not perfect.
I say stupid and talk non-sense things. Sometimes, I cried when i am not supposed to. I laugh when i am not supposed to.
I am a little crazy. And I think that i can’t change it. My life will be uncoloured without my craziness. I’ll be incomplete.
I was been broken. I have scars from people i love the most. That scars neither help me or made me sad, afraid- lonesome.
But at the end of the day. Those scars helps me grow and fight.
I am not always kind either mean.. but
Once i like someone.
I do it with a heart.