Well, I am what you see.
I am not what they say.
But if I turned out to be,
could you love me anyway?
The best is yet to come.
title: thinking I can't think of what to write anymore.
And my mixed emotions in my heart is getting stronger and heavier as time passes. I can't sleep. I can't eat. I can't dream. I can't do anything constructive to my life anymore. And i desperately needs those emotions to get off my chests/head/heart now. i've lost my momentum with eveything that i've wanted in the first place. Everything now seems to be in a blur. I will just go back and play my Sims 3. Sigh Labels: again. |
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