Never knew how relatable tumblr was, until I fumble back my past followers of my account 2 years ago. It's like back to wallowing in self-pity and confusedness. Just who am I, what ability I have to make people be so disappointed and upset. It scares me, because on outside I seem to be a happy-go lucky girl that everybody adores but insides held secrets, lies that I'm so disgusted about.

I used to hate those who promised me and forgotten their word, lying through their teeth and fighting their way out in every endless argument conversation. Seemingly I've forgotten that I'm part of them. Who I am to deserve the best, when I'm of the worst? It breaks my heart to see how broken, both in tears shaking in disappointment. All anger, mean words are spurt out in a second and everything beautiful just gone in split second like that.

How I wish I have the ability to be perfect, be of everyone standards.