Mad girl.

I don't remember the last time I wasn't mad. Turns out it's true what my friend told me years ago. I am carrying a lot of anger as a sign of protest to life. To a lot of stuff around me. To the inequality that happened for very long time. To stuff that weighing on me and my family for years. To bad people who hurt people I love.

As I grow, I watch how the world works and it sucks. Like how can some people be greedy enough and get whatever they want? How can the others work thrice as much and still being blindsided? Ugh.

Carrying anger all the time is tiring. And yet sometimes I wonder why I am so tired. Like I often forget how mad I am.

But tbh, as a person who likely to be mad and thinks constantly, I look younger than my actual age. HAHAHAHAHA. I guess it runs in the family.