I put my head on my pillow and realized..
All this time.. I'm just a very weak girl.

I cry, I cry, I cry.

I really don't want to grow up, I just want to always be that little girl with plain mind..
No worries, no sadness, no hurt feelings, no being left out..
I don't want to grow up, I want to stay, even go back..
I even ever think that since 15, my mental stop growing up.
I don't want to be older.

I cry, I cry, I cry.

But if I don't want to grow up, how could I have children then?
I realized more.. there are so many things a grown up should do.
Could I do all those things? Could I figure out anything?
I want to go back years before.
When everything is less complicated, easier.

I cry, I cry, I cry.

I really did this.
I really cried at me having this complicated life.