Hell o 2013

I feel it's something weird when I say or hear someone say 2013. I don't know why, but it's not something that would be good, I thought. It's already 15 day passed, time still keeps running.

It's always so hard and become so hard to trough this way, abandoned by a fcking ex-boyfriend who is a married man, parents who occasionally quarrel, facing someone who lately act strange on me on campus, lectures that become revolting, making false pretense for customer, spending my hard-earned money for nothing.

It hurts to smile actually, I feel like I'm going to burst into tears. There's just some days like this when it all seems to be wrong and nothing feels right. Don't tell me it's gonna be alright, because I know that too. It's just that… right now. It just hurts so bad.  It feels like you're being thrown into a train track, but the train only hits your heart. Continuously. Over and over again without failure.

Hello 2013, I just wanna be happy.