"Give back my freedom,damn"
I muttered myself as i cupped my hand on my face,resisting the boredom that's meander in myself. The acoustic song plays numerously again and again with it's lullabyness.
There's a book arranged accordingly on my desk,waiting to be finished,but this owner here, is stuck in front of computer,can't get enough from this wide internet access,my diary.
I have a stupid exam next week to test ability bla bla bla,it's clearly shown isnt it?i almost fail on that subject ,i dont have enstein brain anyway,and it so damn early.
Oh and i'm here stuck in the corner of the world.
I should stop being permissive,and started to open the page of Quran that I have left for a period of time,to stop the chaos in me.
I have figure out a bit of the chords in my own very first song,but i still not writing the verse and the intro yet.I never expected writing songs is kind of hard.
