sad

I thought that I’m so idealism so that I don’t know why I have to face these many things; I always thinking what I have to do now and what I haven’t done yet. This time I feel so tired and bored.
With the new days has come and the things become more that seem to never go the stop. Why hasn’t an end? Why I can’t control my own life by myself? Life only worry, not funny, I don’t like it.