What's there between good and bad?
Why do my friend has the fun and goals to do?
Why can't I?
Study hard?The word 'hard' in it
was freaking bullshit.I hate it.
My friend got the chance to do it.
Why must I be a garbage!
A garbage with no style and life.
Go away,Hope. What does it have to do with me?
Can't afford anything. Can't do anything.
I hate when think of themselves.
Trying to dorminate my world and dreams.
While my friend's,they let him have his dreams.
Whatever dreams they are,
he'll make it.
Because they always be there for him.
Unlike me,he has the chance to find himself
during his teenage years.
I cried.None has passion and talent
neither do potential.
And thanks,for being there for me,
my friend. (:
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