It's killing me hardly.

I wishes it's killing me softly, much much more to tell. It's easy to tell all of you but it's so hard to tell her, I'm so sorry mum. I love you. Seeing those wealthy peoples and how i wished i were them, I just trying me best to be one of them. God is just not fair enough. Peoples who having hard time in thier life should understand what i mean. Something that just not that easy to get and not that easy to spread it out.

I just can't feel it after i spread it out to my best friend, I'm sorry to let you listen to my crap but thanks for listening. The feeling is like.... ' You wanna jump off the building from 13th floor '
It's haunting me all the time and i just had no idea how to solve. I just wanna living like someone else's life, but its just not your dream.

Let me go home.