Favorite place

Money Matters

I wish I was born rich.

So I can built my own fortune out of it.

And not worrying about anything.

And having good times.

And have a healthy body, mind eventually.

And never have this disturbing things in my head that makes me losing grip of my own life.

I am now poor. And I wish I am not.

Because I believe that money definitely buy happiness.

Because it will get rid most of your problems, and fears.

With less problems and fears, you'll be happier.

With more money and happiness, you gain what you want and live life to its fullest.

This is still an enigma to me. I still don't get the answer for it, so God please.

Athazagoraphobia

Lately, I lose inspiration to get my works done.

I don't feel good about myself. 

I can't get all these shits done. 

No matter how hard I try.

I am here but I don't know where my mind is.

I hate everything around me. People and the atmosphere.

My mind don't feel really well.

Unconsciously thinking of you, on an island, with someone i don't know. That's silently disturbing me from the inside.

Officially, I lose all my talents. And I want you back. In silence.