~ When I Pick Up My Pen ~: FRIENDS

I keep make a funny face, serious face, blur face, happy face but I hardly can't make a sad face. Deep inside me, I just want to get out from this life. But, who can I be? Where would I go? Sometimes, I feel I want to e be somewhere else, where I can make a new life, a new friends, and a new "me". It is not I hate my life but something make me feel that way.

I always bring a fake smile in my face. Sometimes, people can't recognize whether I'm happy or I'm sad. But, it's time for me to move on. Leave all the sadness behind and bring the joy ahead. Praise to Allah, I still have a good friends who fight a world with me. Even I still want to be somewhere else but I feel relief, this friend is a remarkable friends that I've ever met.

Thank you for being my friend. For being there for me.

List of my friends :

My Ex housemate..