Lost

Again. and again. and again.

There's no place that I belong. There's no room for my own. There's no one. No, nothing.

The place which I used to feel so safe, happy, apart from reality is now not mine anymore. The four years warranty is now expired. I can't return back, but i can visit. All the things that left were the memories.

Now, i'm searching very hard, am praying for a home, well at least a room.

i have been hiding, but now i can't anymore. I have to run, to chase after what I want, to live my own life, on my own!

Reality is ugly.