All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was. I accepted their answers too, though they were often in contradiction and even self-contradictory. I was naïve. I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer. It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with: that I am nobody but myself.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Optional. I can't think.
I don’t want to be FOREVER ALONE LIKE A BOSS. Hey, I’ve been living in this planet for 16 years already and yet I still can’t find the exact reason why I’m here. I mean, I know everyone is created for a reason. Finding out what the reasons are the most difficult part (I think) of this journey. Bah, srsly. I’m just so sick and tired of everything. :(
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