Sometimes, I'm tired to understand her attitude .. She was like a young woman, who I think does not deserve her age ..
Not that I want to judge, but sometimes I get bored.
See now, we live in jakarta! Not everything must be cheap and versatile as ever on sale ..
I understand about the problem had been married at a young age, thus resulting in the woman behave like that.
She was wearing nice clothes, always changing because he has money.
As for me? women always say expensive, expensive, and expensive.
I also need style!
Try this I had money, I do not need to beg for her.
Maybe I was rebellious, I'm sorry if that's true.
But it was and sometimes I'm tired.
Shoes, she was always a branded. As for me? She always said this many shoes.
Lord, take a look my shoes? Battered and shapeless!
I also want to like her style, please look at me!
I live among a fairly difficult interaction, if you do not have money, so what I want?
I'd talked about.
Electronic goods too.
She was happy to have the goods that she wanted.
As for me?
I have to save money, and helped my boyfriend especially.
God!
When I have money? Momentum, so I spend as I please, without having to be chatter from the woman.
I want to be stylish with my own style, indeed!
Ah sorry I was too tattle.
But really I'm tired of all these faces.
Jakarta's hard is not it? Hard!
What will happen if you do not have money and style?
What?
Drawn into the hole of sadness.
Dead-style, indeed.
She travels freely through the night.
As for me?
Chatter ..
Maybe my age who can not practically take care of myself. but I also want to be free.
Although only briefly, perhaps.
I confused who should be devoting this same, really.
I just wanted to share the story of what I experienced that I felt very, very upset.
I'm no one else can wait. I'm not a person who can bring themselves among the great terrifying life.
See that woman? if I had money, so I'll buy whatever I want as I please!
Anyway, I'm sure the treasure is not going anywhere.
Sorry was too emotional, but really I'm tired.
However tired I am, still I love that woman.
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