100th Post.

whymust it be like this.
i hatemy nest.
i hatemy tree.
i hatethe 3flowers.
why must i be the grass.
the grass that always get step-ed on.
the grass that need to act lively, and sway side to side,
controlled by the wind
i am a nothing, hollow person.

really want to find a right person,
and give a HUG, just a hug. silently.
to understand me.
to know whats really under this red piece of heart shape-d

you peoples just dont understand.
i hate to be the grass.