Life is a bitch

i need a life. whenever i felt that someone is happy, and i think about it den i realised.. my life is totally in a mess. i have stopped believing in fairy tales when i feel the urge to grow up fast. fairy tales about everlasting love is a bit bullshit to reality like these. like a girl running into another man’s arm when she has got a bf. like a guy breaking a girl’s heart and still say he loves her. like a someone in the relationship having an affair. like some people, happy get themselves married, next day unhappy they divorved. who knows? me? i am a bitch. i wish i am. i needed to cry.. i need booboo to cry on.. i need someone to lean on and not someone to stick to me like a glue not knowing what i’m thinking about. My thoughts. i tried to think of other as well. but still, everything turns out the same. i need to occupy myself with things so that my thoughts wouldn’t wander back into the past and keep pondering about it. i need a break. out of singapore. to somewhere where i can relax myself.. i feel like i have made a few grave mistakes that i can’t take it back once they are done. life is a bitch.