Mistakes

Let's stop pretending that every person in this world was born from at least an inch of a mistake. I was. I did mistakes, a lot. Normally, people who had just done it are promising for not reduplicating it again. Take a little bit close to the last word I typed; which is explaining that if they did it again constantly (maybe can be counted for thousands) well, I guarantee there must be something wrong with them. Human error, tho?

From now on, I'll obey my own rules; to erase those kind of mistakes I've faced and to change them to be something undefined. I'm tired, definitely. To close your eyes is good, to seal your mouth is better, and to cover up your ears is even the best. Case closed, this is life I crave for; to laugh, to roll over the carpet, to scream out loud, to pay attention to every detail, and to forget the one who destroyed me wickedly.

Screw the bad guy, screw.