I'm a mess

It's been a while..

Yesterday I was an odd girl who always overacting

Now I'm an old woman who always overthinking

What's the different?

Nothing..

I'm still a mess

In old day I used to think that writing is amazing

Nowaday I think it is useless thing

I want to do something

But my body is just freezing

O, my old life
You were a mess
But I just want to go back
So that I won't bring regret this much