☹ ..

Its tired .

Beer , Smoke , Lan . Your impt things first then me .

Its tiring to wake up everday saying ' Im your most precious '

I have to try to believe that . 

why can't i ? i ask myself this everyday .

everytime my friends ask ; how are the both of you ?

i don't even know how to reply them ..

if i say not good , they'll ask .

if i say we're good , i'll be lying .

it haunts me day and night .

le me sigh . ☹ ...

Tata zz..