Daydreamer (part II)
Being human is the most terrible loneliness in the universe.
-AA Attanasio
Me,this is still about me, long ago, long long time ago, I had an ideology which called “WHO-CARE-ISME” ya who care, it’s when I don’t need to pay attention about my appearance wherever I go, I no need to care about how people count on me, they don’t know me, why I need to care? Don’t care about whatever they think, so what could they do? They just can talk, they can’t hurt me, can’t change my life“haters keep on hating, we just keep on dancing” like Breath Electric says, another says “I don’t give a fuck” by Breath Carolina, don’t give a fuck about whatever they think about me, when I was kid i love to read manga, like most kids in the worlds do, not just a Manga or comic, I either read another kind of book, I can read it until got sickness, 10-20 even 30 Manga in a day, and I really enjoy it, I also drawing a comic, drawing a picture of me, picture of my crush, one day I was an on time person, woke up at seven is a worse thing for me, I’m yelling at my sister and brother who always do a slow motion in a morning, it’s cause me late to came on a boring class on time.
Maybe all this shits started when I was on 2nd grade on Highschool, I apparently losing myself slowly, me who write this right now it’s not me in the past, it’s different, I used to come late on a date or any damn appointment, wake up on 7 even more, I’m lazy, I’m greedy, I’m profuse, and all that vice come and stick in my blood, I’m loosing my lovely mangas and comic books, pencil, drawing book, because too far from richness and book rent, I was madly crazy on Internet, probably because Internet users already crowded, so I’m not alone anymore wandering in cyberspace , not longer just know friends from far everywhere on earth.
And now, all the things I do in a whole day is designing, designing a template, a logo, for advertisement, for the people in love, and write a poet on it that’s annoying when I don’t have time looking for a boyfriend while I’m designing a picture of a bitchy couple, okay I need money, but money can’t buy love (is that true? It’s just a vintage quotes though), money is not everything but everything needs money.
Is it necessary for anyone to read this writing? Is it important for you? Not really, although you guys like my writing, I don’t care, but thank you.i trapped in loneliness.