Insanely Emo
(Do not Read if u cannot stand Emo stuffs.)I feel sometimes that during my search for the perfect one, i left out some good ones. Getting tired of things yet? i always ask myself, so many years, so many 'the ones', still not sick and tired? Im starting to doubt the existence of the legendary 'perfect one', hell im even starting starting to doubt life itself. Im not suicidal, for ur information, im just losing the trust in the thing called 'fate'.
Everyone has his/her time, but when is mine? There's so much i wanna do, so so much, but the pieces never seem to fall into the right places. Pardon me for being abit emo, because i haven been emo in a long long time, so yeah, allow me the luxury of being a emo kid in this entry.
And so there's still the person, the unique one. Every period there's this special one, and as my life transcends from one phrase to another, the special one keeps changing like a cycle. Some belonged to others, some still on the shelf. People ask, people listened, people got sicked, and people ignored. 100 and 1 advices, 100 and 1 remedies, yet none worked for me. We all know the reason why, its obvious, i myself can see the reason why. Its me, not anybody else. Im what i am, there's no denying it.
Jason's Simplicity : Humans adapt and evolve, how come im not?
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