sometimes i thought that i want too little out of life, or too general, not specific: happiness in this world and of course the hereafter. I tried to make it more specific, did self-searching, focus more on myself.. did things that make me happy.. it didnt work. i turned out to be super-selfish. so i concluded that maybe i can never be like those people with high dreams and aspirations, have

i can really listen to Harriet Wheeler's sweet voice any time of the day <3Town lights shining,this is the place for me now.Blurred - loving every word.This hill, yourself, and I.(The Sundays - Gone)

i posted a reply on a facebook status this morning.. its really silly.. :p something i did when i just woke up, a bit dazed, n found a rhyming competition.. (ok it wasnt but felt like that to me.. lol)Ulma Nurriva Haryanto op 16 mei om 9:01sparrow and crowboth dont knowsticky marshmallow will clamp their mawthey fly too lowbecame too slowpoor bird can't eat no moreno shallow thats too

nyahaha im sad.every time i tried to lift up the mood.be happy, make it easier for myselfthings will go wrong.its my fault, i know..things look okay, n then not, n then its ok again, n then i said something n then ... n the anxiety attack:heart beating faster, breathing gets harder, chest hurting, head almost explodes.n i wonder if im strong enoughits going to be a long month.i wonder if im gonna