passion?

this is me, couple of years back.





i miss to be this. i need to be this. i want to be this. i'm craving to be just like this. please. can i?
i'm tired of problems. i'm sick of reasons.

i'm back updating.
sometimes i asked myself, why am i enjoying the laptop so much?
well, i don't have much friends. i don't do friends.
it just that i'm so not into friends networking; it's more to traumatism in making friends.
i don't like backstabber; not even inch of them.

i can easily lost tempered; because i'm annoying. and sacarstic too.
i don't care what people would say to me, because i know they don't mean a thing to me. not even a single thing.
but,
this is not the real me. something, somebody; has changed me.
changed me to be this kind of aimon.
i dont know where i found myself wrong, i don't know where i've gone wrong.
i don't have anybody to ask. but they asked me.
why did i turned out this way?
i don't have the answers too.
people, please stop asking. don't change me. i love the way i am. this is me. please.


now, this is my passion.



again, this is my passion. stop telling me to quit. because SKL never hurt my feeling.
you've done it so many times.