NO. i know what you're thinking but i am not that damsel in distress. i don't want to be saved. i am just as accustomed as a dry leaf waiting to go astray. i try to adhere to self-reliance, but frequently stumbles on the process. i fail as much as i win. i weep and laugh at my own misfortunes. i am my own heaven and hell. mixed up, but i know i will save the day, as always.
I am 23 years old. But there’s no point of denying that there are just quite a million things that I am yet to do and feel. I am no longer ten years old but I still feel like the world is a play. And I am still a terrible actor. I still forget my lines, and I still get confused with the rules of a sweet and broken smile. Even with such tragedy and comedy and everything else in between, I still believe in happy endings. I still believe that I am yet to find my own happy ending no matter how unimaginable it may be. Even though I’ve always felt lost, I just believe that I haven’t lost yet. I hope you get the idea. I am 23 years old but I still don’t hold the “conviction” to act my age yet because I still feel like an addict who hasn’t had a fix. I still romanticize the past. I still overlook the present. And I still hate thinking about tomorrow. I am still me.
hey... i just got started with my new blog and suddenly realized that i am too lost in thought to even write anything profound. well, what's wrong with me? i mean, i usually get psyched to do writing stuffs but now... i don't know. i just can't, so i guess its safe to say goodbye for now. next time,i know i'll come back with a thing or two to tell you. ciao!
posted by czacza @ 5:03 PM
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