Sometimes, I want to just run away from our house, leave everything i was used to have and used to live since birth.
Sometimes, I just want to lock my self in my room. I just want to cover my self by blanket and pretend that i’m a carrot on that day.
Sometimes, I am not me. I smile because it is needed not because I want to. I eat even I am not hungry cause my family will be curious about my eating behavior.
Sometimes, it is so me. I laugh at the things I find funny. I do things I think will makes me happy.