great

12:36 am, i have exams tomorrow and i feel like writing,,
great..

haihhhhhhh
i just hate my life anyway.
it rained again, and its like a whole cycle repeating itself.

why do i always get lied to? i trust people too easily? or is it because people just love to
lie to one another?

it seems like, some part of human enjoys themself when they tell a lie, they feel happier that they are able to make someone believe the untrue words they say.

and to make things worst, i know its a lie, and i got to pretend its all true.
stupid right?

now, tell me. am i not suppose to hate my life?