No one is perfect.

No one is perfect.
No things are perfect.
No place is perfect.

I hope I can be perfect.
But this is a dream that I can't make it come true.

When I was small,
I thought I can have a perfect family.
                                 perfect relationship.
Every things perfect.But... ...this is impassible.

My father start smoking.
I hate smoke!
I concern his health and his personality.
Because he start to change.

I really stress about it.
But I more stress about my study.
Scared!
One word release my feeling!
AH!
Can I speak it out to someone?
No.
Cause no one will hear me,no one will look at me,no one will miss me.
No one... ...

I really hope someone will hear my true voice.
I really hope someone will share with me everythings.
I really hope...

Hope is a hope.
Not reality.
So hopeless now.
Who can help me?
Who want to ask me"What happen to you?Can you tell me?"
No one.