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That's when someone come, I tends to draw a line, build walls, but deep inside I'm rooting for someone that will stay with me, someone that never give up and understand, someone that keep me as cuma saya jii yang ada. Because this trust issue and insecurity feels like hell for me.
Bitter and loneliness that eat me from inside. There is a hole that filled with never ending worry and uneasy and fear. It makes me pity myself, why am I like this?
Horrible mess.