I missed home.

I missed my dog, Bobby. He's my birthday present. I loved him, I dote on him, even though he bites me most of the time, because I disturb him when he sleeps. Regardless of that, I still loved him. I missed him. He goes missing, never to be found. I am partially to be blamed, for not taking care of him properly, allowing my cousin to bring him out and lost him. I'm sorry. I'm really.. really irresponsible.

From a house, full with warmth, mom, dad, me, pet dog. Reducing to relative house, and due to stupid secondary school life, I neglected him. I neglected the pet dog that I loved.. I really missed him a lot..

From a smaller house, reducing to a room. Me alone, with nothing. Mom, dad, no, there are not here. God, why is life so unfair. People can have a good family, with parents living under one roof, they can have what they want. Me? Nothing, living under a different roof, for nearly 8 years. No I cannot have what I want. I can only hope, and wished, until it came true when I really work hard and go for it. The family's not rich, unlike others.

Since young, life have been harsh. From a strict control, to no control. From a family, to no family. From a house, to no house. From a pet, to no pet. It's like, losing things, forgetting things, slowly and slowly, from time to time. Time passes too fast, things, goes away too fast, before you even realise.

I wanna go home. I'm just too far, from where you are, I wanna come home..

Relationship with people, it has not been that good. I'm not a person who bothers to be bother about everything, but not a person who do not bothers about everything. I just, don't want to think of it. Friends come and go, I do not have a single "friend" that can really be mentioned. It's always hey, bye.

I know, nobody cares. I don't too. Life, is unfair to me, already been so many years. I'm too used to it being unfair.

Birthday........................
Nope, it's not important. Just, how I wish this day does not exist, so I am not in this world suffering.
It's living in misery, ain't luxury.

Deep down, I'm a person with superb complex and complicated thoughts, where no one could guess and even access the simplest level out of it. I think a lot, about everything. May it be good or bad, or even thinking about things that has already happen, or things that practically will not exist in this world. It's not that I'm not willing to share, to talk about it, but verbalising it, is more difficult. Saying is easy, but doing, is the toughest.

Why work so hard? Life is so fragile, that it can be gone anytime.
Humans, are all blinded with money. What if, 1 day everything got reduced back to primate period. No money, would you people still willing to study? To work? For a good cause? Nope. Everyone is working, their bloody ass out for money. Nothing else matter, with money, they think they can make everything happen.

Life is always harsh on me, I've almost given up hope. I know I have a good girlfriend, I cherish her, a lot, a lot more than anyone, anything else in this world. Life, just trashed out everything bad on me.

I don't know, life sucks. Sometimes I thought how it would be amazing, to see the wonder of the world, I would just want to travel, I don't want to work. Working is tiring. No I don't want to be. Life makes me tired. I'm too tired to work hard. I just want to be a stupid fool who pretends to not know the unfairness in this world.

All in all, I'm still sitting down here, complaining how tough and stupid life is. I know.
Don't even bother saying " get up on your feet ! "
This is bullshit. I've seen a lot of things, things practically failed.