Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Dance,Dance,Dance.

"How's PMR?"
Everytime people asked me about that same ,repeated question.My nerve awaked even it had ended.Freedom?There's no freedom for me,i'm still shivered on what's next.This is only temporary,i don't understand why this words had mentioned by several mouths.

Days passed.The laughter surrounded me,breaking through every bit of particles in the air.It's really pleasant somehow.Too bad kids,it wouldnt stay like this forever.We will move on and go to our own direction and separate in a junction.

I'm spending the thoughtless days,sleeping and hearing music in my tiny bedroom.While dancing all alone in front of the mirror,pretending i'm a performer with lots of crowds.Or watching animes and jdramas ,and laugh my ass off in front of monitor,and heard my younger brother blabbing i'm a lunatic bitch behind .

My purse is dry,and i'm also dry with creative thoughts.So the idea to hang out is even impossible now.Ask parents some money?they paid with me with their lectures instead/sigh.
So maybe i just stay home and stare at the ceiling.