Me.

Hey, What's up?

It's supposed to make me feel awesome.
But i don't feel that way.
I feel worthless now.
It was pretty much like a damn Flakes Crackers - tasteless, boring! -,-

I don't understand why I wreck everything up when everything starts to go well.
I guess I'm scared of perfection.
Life is too real to be perfect, ergo it can also be too perfect to be real.
I don't feel it always has to be perfect, cause I know in every goodness there is, there's always a damn misery attached to it.