The smell of rain is such a beautiful thing.

It's been raining all day long. I was as down as the sky, guess it was meant to be like this. Oh well, ironic isn't it? What the hell I was thinking all this time? There's no point getting so upset because life still have to goes on. I bet most of the people hated the way I talk or act, and do you think I fucking care? You people only see what I choose to show. So, don't fucking judge me when you people know nothing but just a piece of blank paper. I'm getting so frustrated over all this shits. Come on! My SPM are around the corner & what the hell do you expect from me? Just SHUT THE FUCK UP. & Today I need to fucking stay up late for tomorrow exams. So, don't fucking stress me up.

Don't waste your time thinking about yesterday.. You might miss your chance to grab tomorrow

Then sometimes the clouds come down, the rain falls, and the darkness seeps into that side view you have, that cloudy corner of your eye periphery. The world is a giant rainslicked smudge, the air you breathe hangs in the air, and the world smells of rising bread dough and disappointment. You put one foot in front of the other -anything else is just crazy- and yet you are consistently twenty steps short of where you need to be. Doom and gloom. Gloom and doom.