Un:Cut

You know there are nights when you are suppose to work (yes, I work at night), or if you don't feel like work, at least you can read a book, or watch a movie, if you need a company then call your boyfriend to come and coo and cuddle you, but all that you can do that night is just trying to sleep with busy head and eyes wide open. You don't care about life, about surviving. You don't understand why people rave about life so much.

You got no friends, no loves, no families you can trust. You got nothing to hope, you are free to die that night. You're a loser. You lost it all.

There are nights when I wish that I'm just a cat; born, play, starve, fight and someday die. As simple as life should be.