I don't really like morning. I hate busy days. I hate being busy. I hate acting busy. LOL. I'm such laziest person in the world. But, you know, I'm more like the dreamer who wants to dream during the day and the night. Such foolish. I don't want to wake up though you slap me *slap me now lmao* but I want to catch my dreams while walking in sleeping.
Morning has come...
I hate it. I hate the sunshine which spread around the world, touch my room, and my eyes. I can see everything through. None can hide from my eyes. I can keep in eyes everything. I hate the fact I can see it all.
Morning has come..
And what left inside is loneliness...
