Sometimes, I wanna someone tells me, its okay, you can cry now. I know you`re having a bad time and all those smiles, those laughs, you fake it. Can someone tells me that?

Too many things. I`m tired being here. I`m tired being home. There`s just nowhere I could go and have fun, being loved. I couldn`t find anywhere yet.

Seriuslly, I just starting to smile again but, all of it shattered and begin to start again.