kiss me I'm drunk. don't worry, it's true.

she is just this cute little, big, bean
always happy no matter what
cries a lot no matter what too
try to smile when she supposed to kill herself.
cares a lot to what people say, thats her problem
but she is still that girl, the cute little big one, who wants to hold and carry people on her back, the one who dreams about being a fly wherever. as long as it will be in the sky, upstairs, blue.
she never knew what to do about her life, with and in her life. until tomorrow.
she always knew, to be honest.
never mind.
she is flying to london, make her dream come true, find a new reason, discover the planet, hug her best friend like she did before he leave.
cry her tears on his lap and ask for help and say that she is OK. it still hurts, but she will survive.

she is still her moms cutest little big bean.
she is me.