Finally, I am still alone

I sometimes think I am such a wiredo that no one can explain me even myself, I want to be complicated but simple at the same time, kind but cruel, beautiful but ugly, awkward but relaxed.

People loves me, but there are something blocked me away from them, I CANT EXPLAIN IT.

I always dream for a comfort atmosphere, pure air, soft world, warm lip, kind hand, actually its all around me, but I ruined them and I am lost, I am the one who misunderstand myself the most.

I dont know why I am so complicated, I even want to tear myself out and clean every piece of me, make every compartment as much simple as it can.

I AM A PROBLEM.

CONSTANT PROBLEM.

RUNNING AWAY FROM MYSELF.