the best way to colour my own atmosphere is to live my life the way i think it has to be. it shouldn't be perfect, yet it has to look stunning nevertheless. i din have so much things to complain about after all- the friends, the height, the weight, the look (thank God i don't have a face only a mother could love), the brain, the financial support, etc.. however, unfortunately, at some points, i'm just not sure of something. anything. this feeling comes out of nowhere. i'm like, what the hell?? what is wrong with me? i know i shouldn't blame the world if i can't handle the pressure. tell me, did i pick a wrong guy? was i born to be somebody else, rather than having to do some perfect sewing in operation theatre? i shouldn't wear contact lens, is it? shut up. i am little cracky here, people. but no matter what, i'll never let me fall by the wayside. i should be facing my demons. and i'm going to own my space as safe as houses. so let's rock it! (though i know that saying is one thing; doing is another). ah. great.
remember : early bird catches the worm. I ain't going to let myself engaging deeply and strenuously in this matter. so change now. yes, the attitude.
will you ever buy my words,like seriously, mister?
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