sitting alone.
writing this blog, while checking up my facebook and the TVs on with some crappy omen-devil-thingy movie.
and for several times, my friends texting me the new year's greeting, with all the wishing for the brighter year.
yea, yea... whatever!
DAMN ! how i miss the cigar right now....
well,
i got rot on this new year's eve.
as a only child my parent expect me to celebrate the year's changing with them.
but, HEY MOM AND DAD, i'm 22 years old now. FACE IT!
i got my own world. i am tired for being with you always on any moment for 22 years! you have to let me go. i'm not your little girl anymore.
hh. so, do i have to greeting you a happy brightful new year?
fuck!
fuck!
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