What is this...

This thing is what you need the most.

And this thing can hurt you the most.

You want it, but sometimes, you deny it.

This thing makes you feel like you’re the most beautiful and happiest person in the world.

This thing is beautiful yet annoying.

This thing can easily make you throw all your anger and hatred away.

Trying to say, “Yes, I’m fine,” but actually, burning inside.

Trying to say, “I don’t think about it at all.” or “Take it easy. It’s just a simple matter.” but eventually, you’re dying to solve the problem.

Trying to show a smile on a face, though it is forced.

Trying to make other people feel happy, so that it’s fine even though you’re the one who feels hurt…


What is this thing called?

Love, friendship, family, anything… it’s up to you.

Your closest ones can hurt you the most. Don’t you think so? Well, you have your own way of thinking to explain why.


I hate problems. I don’t want to solve anything. I don’t want to face any problem.

Well, those thoughts… a child’s thoughts?


Well, sometimes I have this kind of feeling, should I say… I hate being seventeen? I hate being a teenager? To have such unstable mind is killing me.