i'm fucking tired to blame myself for comparing me with the other girls, i'm fucking tired to struggle here, i'm fucking tired to hear his annoying voice everyday, i'm fucking tired to be hated by a person i didn't have a problem with, i'm fucking tired to complain the situations because nobody's hearing, i'm fucking tired to survive being around these dumb-jerk-stupid-snob-pervert-intimidating people, i'm fucking tired to be friends with the kiss-asser, i'm fucking tired pretending to be the way people expect, i'm fucking tired to be can't sleep all night --contemplating how suck my life is, i'm fucking tired to wish that i could be somebody else, i'm fucking tired to seek for happiness, i'm fucking sorry to myself for being so ungrateful, and i'm even fucking tired to get up and start a new fucking tiring shitty day on a shitty place with shitty people. fuuuuuuuuggggg

What does the introvert think when they're alone?

It feels so good; to crack the shells and be relieved of showing what has been hidden inside. Despite the thoughts it is not as good, as clear, as beauty, as nice or as loud as the others. Because as the crack opened, we're no longer need to hide it, or to be scared of what they think, or to be afraid to be the way it really is, or to be tired to pretend, or to be lost to not knowing what we really doing because after all this time.. it's not us.