I forgot who am I when I found myself lying on the cold hard ground like a crumpled up piece of paper that is thrown in the trash.
Maybe I bacame a martyr or stupid when I fell in love on the wrong person who is not ready catching me.
The truth is, I never knew who the hell I am. I’m a complicated person that’s why some of the people who surrounds me can’t get why my attitude is like a climate that changes so fast. Well, eversince I like them, I really don’t know who the hell I am.