I knew I'm as cheap as my poem; and terrible as my words choices. But the truer fact is: I'm as pathetic as what I wrote-which I'm too lazy to tell anyone and hear their junk advices as their reply to my unimportant problems.

So, here I am...

Writing junkies; with terrible rhyme; without any feel except sadness.

Maybe I'm too happy yesterday

Or,

Too lazy to be happy today.

Literally, I'm not that pathetic. I still share stories, wasting money, laugh a little, have enough sleep etc. But, in a sad way; probably.

What I have for a year are: national exam and university.

My friends: study, having courses, going unfortunately individualistic

Me: having course, spend time and money alone, study, sleep

Hope I can get better; as I realize I see the whole thing which happen everyday in negative way without willing to change it.

Because

My happiness decreases

Little more everyday.

:)