Because movie scenes only happens to pretty girls.
And the common people out there, our life is the exact opposite from the movie.
Maybe that’s why I stop feeling.
Stop tearing.
Realising that cutting your hair and changing your fashion doesn’t change your lifestyle.
And you’re stuck in a vicious cycle for being ugly.
Oh well….
Life isn’t fair from the start.
Why can’t I be one of those smart and pretty girls?
Who is going to have a smooth life ahead.
Exactly how many people did they save in their past life for such good karma?
Did they end World War or something?
I guess even in my next life I can’t be them.
I need good karma.
And patience.
