People think I'm mature enough to be called as an Adult.
Make-ups on, tidy looking clothes, all that matters are my outer appearance.
Fancy restaurants, pricey things, and luxurious car. It's what people think that would make every girl fall onto their arms.
Independent, superb cooking skills, tall and slim, it's what every boys hoped for to be their partner.
Throughout these years, I've lived my life, putting every of my sweat and tears to everything I do. Only fatigue piles up my days.

To this day, my messy hair, my bare face, as well as my comfy and casual wear, is what I have to be an adult.
Chilling out at a cute & sweet looking cafe, walking around the crowded city, shopping for useless stuffs, that's what I enjoy during my day.
I'm not good at cooking, I'm not that model looking body, and...
I'm stupid in love...

I'm sorry that I can't be the girl you wished for, I can't be the trustworthy  girlfriend that will shine your days better, for all I am..


                                                is just a Kid at Heart <3