I'm just 20. But my life doesn't reflect the numbers.

Sometimes it's amazing how protective animals are. Protecting its children at all cost with just one look at its predators. Perhaps they have a pair of special eyes which can see what's written on the forehead of its predator. But it gets frustrating when people just rule you out by the looks of you. Tell me what does the look of a person tells?

It's funny when you ask yourself, why are there so many strangers around you? What are they doing here? Or why are you even in this mosh pit? Strangers just comes and go. They don't inflict any cause in your life unless you put your focus on something that attracts you. So why are they even present? I don't know how I should put it. But life's just too hard to understand.

How I wish it happened different. Haa. Dream on..