In my complex mind

I've lot of things I think about. 

It just like they really matters to me, 

but are they?

I take things seriously.

Every little things - I think it was important. 

Very.

Somehow, I wonder. 

why I can't learn how to joke?

Why I am not good at playing joke 

around people.

and why need I be serious on everything. 

I am not perfectionist anyway, 

so why sweat for those little things?

Entahlah. 

I don't know either.