I'm awkward? you should see me in my bedrooms.I am a real performer.

i hate awkwardness but it's part of me.

We are like air or statue which people can pass on without a glance.Or to make it short,we're like invincible.

Gulping all the awkwardness that we've face .My eyes wildered to their hands that possesed expensive cool gadgets.I tried not being social awkward,by putting a smile ,just in case people tended to glance at me.I do try to do what they called "socialising" with new people.But somehow,i can't control my eyes,because eyes can't smile.

I bragged with Dalilah , how the most awkward event or social meeting we've ever had. I don't know why ,when I hear Aida's voice , my emotions burned.Real friends can't buy with money.

Sounds of laughter, shades of earth are ringing through my opened ears.Inciting and inviting me .

I FEEL I'M NOT IMPORTANT . oh yeah ,world does not revolve around me .

money.

I gasped when I checked the price tag ,still overwhelmed by the beauty of the clothe,imagined i was in those . I threw the last glance of the clothe before I put it back and leave the shop.And thus threw a sigh wishing I'm like those chicks who can always slide a credit card and leave the shop with a smiling satisfying face and with hand full of plastic bags.

I've got lots of invitation from friends to hang out ,while my purse is full with only ...coins.And when I appear ,i always seen with the same clothe .That is shown how poor bimbo i am.Still , I'm still illegal to work because of some underage issue.This problem can't always solve.

I once asked God,who i'm supposed to be.

No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky.

-Bob Dylan

Allison Harvard.I'd go lesbian for her.

Habits #2

I am a performer in my bedroom.

Where all the desk,the bed,the chair,the lamp is my loyal fan and crowd.They cheered for me when I sang the last line of song and when I strum the last chord.Where the polka-dots carpet is my own stage and my hairbrush is my own microphone.Banging my head like a rockstar and swirling around.

I have a deep passion, eventhough i dont have much talent and reach all that,but at least allow me to only dream.

Habits #1

When I was little, I explore my vacant faces in the reflection of the mirror,i wonder,will this face ever turns different one day,what if this mirror lied to me ? What if , this is not what I exactly what, and it's just the illusions that play me? I could not disown the fact that I do have that thought deployed in my mind.

I always spends some minutes staring at my faces as days grew,not to admire neither absurd by self beauty.I rather talks or whine or complain with that person.The good of it is,that person never denies your opinion,it hears you.It's unhealthy ,rather.