1967 Impala, Plymouth Road Runner and Pontiac GTO 1967.
I want them all.

I need Impala 1967 more than any other though.

Who says I hate my life? I don't.
I don't regret every each way I have picked.
Questions? I still have a lot of those in my head.

Life is great so far and perhaps, you think your life is better than mine.
No.
I still can realized my dreams and turn them into reality.
If I want.

This post sucks, I know and I don't fucking care.
I just want to pour what the heck is happening in my heart
My feelings, my guts.

I don't want to take things in negative ways, let me be a positive person.
Who can achieve all the goals.
Especially, my lifeline goal, the ultimate.

Who lives in lie? Is it you? Stop faking it.
If it is me, I just lie about my age.

I hate fakes, I even embarrassed of that fake Anya Hinmarch wallet my friend gave to me.
Especially fake people, why faking? Don't hide the truth from me.

Because I need it.
Because in the end, everyone needs it.
Because the day will finally come, at least to make me understand.

I didn't write this post.
The other person inside me did.

Final Artwork; Thank you Narda, Dysa, Georgina, Renatasya, Beby, Satshi, Om Devi and his friend and Asita.