I’ve never really imagined that being a grown up is such an arduous deal (and that, being said by a quarter-century old-maid… d’oh)
I’m living a life like 5 years old all these times, thoughtless and somewhat straggle here and there. I’m becoming pretty much a self-oriented person -in a pretty bad way. I have too much in my head, I feel like I’m overwhelmed and bemused. I’m becoming someone I barely know.
I’m living a life like 5 years old all these times, thoughtless and somewhat straggle here and there. I’m becoming pretty much a self-oriented person -in a pretty bad way. I have too much in my head, I feel like I’m overwhelmed and bemused. I’m becoming someone I barely know.
It’s funny (or definitely not) whenever my boyfriend ask me ‘what is the matter with you’, I also do inquire the same question to my self. He, I guess most of the time, just wails in silence. Poor man…
Everything in life is just right for me. Yet, everything in me is somehow just wrong.
Everything in life is just right for me. Yet, everything in me is somehow just wrong.
Apart from my acceptance of the fact that I’m not that smart, I don’t consent to be this foolish!
