So many to be complain now.
Too much of it.
It's really too much of it.
Maybe its not just complaining, but explaining as well.

-1
There's a guy, which is quite.. capable? and knowledgeable?
yeah i guess that's how to describe him. and he help people while he can.
ok so, here's the thing.
Recently I've encountered alot of this.. configuring pc hardware and software stuff.
Everytime I encounter one of these problems, I'll ask and find out from him.
because he knows alot about computer. so.. for you you also will ask him one ma, right?
but the problem is.
once you ask too much, for normal person larh, also will out of patience one right.
so.. thats the case lorh =.= .
he out of patience d.

BUT. I'm sorry to tell you that, sometimes when it comes to emergency.
I really fuck it, I dun care what you think, because my situation also quite danger d you know.
It's not that I dun respect your feelings, but sometimes shits do happen, and I had to make tough decision. It's not easy man, it's really not easy.

So.. from here, to all my friends and frenz.

Sometimes I could be very disturbing.
but please, I have my own reason and I'll do it to achieve my target.
And I apologize about it, but please forgive me that I really cannot afford to care about your feelings at the mean time.

thank you.

-2
Sometimes I've been thinking... Did I really often make the wrong choices?
It sucks. It is really sucks to tell myself, "yeah, you're so wrong"

Did I come to the world at the wrong time?
Did I walk at the wrong time?
Did I talk at the wrong time?
Did I draw at the wrong time?
Did I choose at the wrong time?
Did I think at the wrong time?

Seriously I do not know the answer.
but the truth of my heart is telling me.
"Yes."

Why am I assuming that this is wrong?
Because I've been so jealous about the others life.
Some are rich.
Some are pretty.
Some are adorable.
Some are smart.
Some are kind.
There's so many 'some are..' that I've been jealous about.
And it can't be satisfied by complaining in words, or even pictures.

The life that I've dreamed of.
When will it come? The foundation stage is over.
It's hard to come. It's hard to find.
and It's hard to keep.

Yeah, maybe I'm just myself all the time.

All, by myself.

-3
I hate complaining.
Why people complain? because.
They cannot get what they want. and it end up with shits that they can never foresee.

Why I hate? because.
I believe everything muz have a reason behind.
I choose the path. and no one warn or stop me.
It's my path and I shall face whatever consequences.
Even if its mean death.

It will be never-ending for complaining issues.
Because issues are all chain-related.
You complain about A and you will complain about B later.
After B then it comes to C.
and complaining means, You're always right. I hate this.
If you're wrong then just admit it. No point finding excuse to defend yourself.

I guess now I sounds like complaining too.
Complain about people who like to complain.
Yeah, it sucks, and I feel conflict about myself, about hating to complain.

So at the end of the day, I'm disturbing but forced to do so, and I'm lonely, and I hate complaining but I'm complaining.