i was standing infront of the mirror.
looking into myself..
clutching my bag with me..

this is me..this is my life..

and it is so dull..
nothing..
just flat..

and then i said to myself..

'mendatar, mendatar, mendatar sabrina'..

i don't know wut happen.. i just don't get it..

i pull myself and make my way through the pavement..

how 'exciting' is this..

yeah very exciting..

i walk and walk untill i reached the corridor of the second floor..making my way passing each room..and i stop at the room 222...

i opened the door, and there she was,

lying on her bed..not opening her eyes..

and it's still the room..then seperate me from the real world..

it will always be just me and my spot, mu bed, my study table..

it's the same scenerey every now and then..

the same smelll.

one day when i really get tired of this, perhaps i'll just bury myself out and burnt this whole place down..

and then i stood on my bed wishing for a miracle to come..

i am a big liar..
a liar..
that's wut i am..

and sometimes it's unavoidable..

i make things up a lot of tyme..
just to make things more lively and fun..

i invent stories,

just to see wut people would think the climax will be..

i'll survive with this one..

i will.

trust me..
believe in me..

i will