Whether you like it or not you live in a concret glaze named society. 

 I find its acronym by the time I decided to write about it, society equals social anxiety. Why do I refer it to that way? Because I find it's so frustating to understand that society has so many many roles in your entire life. They give you judgement, they always comment in every steps you take, they act like a third eye. It's so called anxiety. In this case, an awkward feeling towards something you shouldn't interfere into. Does everybody has their own right to do what they want to do? Say what they want to say? And think what they want to think? I bet it so hard to be accomplished here, in an immature world like I used to live in. 

Reblogged from Aicha Shavira.