I hate my friend.He’s not that good looking at all, i could even say,i’m sorry, near ugly,near though,it’s mean he’s not ugly…and i think he keeps thinking he’s got some great performance out there. He think that everyone is his friend,that he’s close to anyone else,everyone’s good buddy and else… He think that he had experienced life much more than everybody else,then it’s just a nature to share and give his wisdom,advice,and preaching to anyone he sees in need of help. I hate this much. Look at yourself, you’re so pathetic, pity yourself,your life itself is a failure.
I hate him much, like i always hate myself.That’s what made me like him,and became his friend.

I always know,there’s something that i never have. A lost part, that i need to complete myself. I always deny it.I’m pathetic.Yes,i am, as ever always. I don’t really knows,it’s feels so quiet,yet so crowd,strange,so lonely,so painful. I never have the bravery, the power, the fire to light a torch to show the way. Being living in my own small world up until know,i don’t realize,that lost part. What’s it?Something that deliver ache to my heart, stopping heartbeat,causing my breath to fade,keep me a loser,a moron,leaving only regret of the life given by God,for i’m just wasting it…

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