Stories are written on books, Poems are written on paper, my life is written on lies.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

She says his a nice guy, and il be impressed..

may 11, 2009, monday,

its 12.51, i dun have anything to do, initally was thinkin of going out, however no one free, hahas.. too bad, hahas... guess il be at home the whole day barhs... hahas i envy everyone... this year.. ^^ everyone had a exciting and wonderful birthday celebration, everyone but me,i spend this year's bday celebration with 4 people, me, mum, ahma and anqi, the numbers decreases every year, this year theres only four , soon there will be none, even my closest if closest friend, forgotten or should i say that he or she dun even noe its my bday, i grasp on to the hope someone will wish me happy bday, its okay... its just some stupid celebration anyway, i have to grow up, friends wont be there forever, i have to learn to let go, be alone..^^ , im still smiling, sadly its not in the inside but its on the outside, who knows? maybe one day.. il leave, you know it wasnt like this, my bday celebration used to be something il look forward too, but now, i hope it never comes or at least, wait a litte longer, let me breathe this last moment while i still can hold on the hopes set by others on me, i may seem cheerful and problems-free, joker, but the truth is, i cannot hold on anymore, i noe it cant be compared to wat adults withhold or carry, but i still a kid, outside i look like a adult, inside i am still a kid, the world puts me and everyone else on a different perspective of me, maybe... after june holidays, or maybe now, i have already forgotten wat it is to feel happiness... or just to smile.maybe one day, il just walk out of everyone's life, but i dun tink its neccesarily, cause im easily forgotten...^^

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