im leaving. . .

still don know whether can come bk to tis city or not. . .
although i keep sayin i don like kl. . .
its a good thing for me i think,
to say goodbye to my sadness,
my pass,
my foolish,
my self-indulgent,
my exhausted,
my waiting,
my loneliness,
my sunshine,
my alarm,
my frens,
my desire,

my craving,
my expectation,
my disappointment,
my smokaholic,
my night life,

my hours of darkness,
my on the way,
my red box,
my mushroom soup,
my messy hair,
my angel,
my soul,
my personality,
my imagination,
my self-indulgence. . . .
i leave all these things here and looking forward to visit them in my future.
Bye, but miss. . .