#nowplaying: '' I hear voices over my shoulder, nothing's making sense at all, wonder why do we race? and everyday we're running in circles, such a funny way to fall, try to open my eyes, hoping for the chance to make it alright, When I wake up, the dream isn't done, I wanna see your face and know I made it home If nothing is true then what more can I do? I'm still painting flowers for you ''
I've been staring at this blank space for one and a half hour, not knowing what to write. I have a lot to say actually but I just don't know where to begin. My mind flew back to 9 months ago, it was Friday the ninth of the month October. Does that seem to ring a bell? Ha, I don't think so.
Today one of my friends asked me if I know how it feels that just when I thought I have everything, suddenly it turn to nothing? yeah, of course I have. How do you think I felt when I was forced to leave everything behind? There are times when I wish I was older when my parents came up with this decision, that way I could at least voice out eventhough the chance of me being heared by them is like nil.
I'm sick of pretending, pretending I don't wannna talk to you all when deep down I very much do. Pretending to have gotten over the past when I know I haven't. Pretending to be okay but how can I be when I know I'm not? Like Steven said, '' people lie so that people would feel better not to ruin others, the world is full of lies ''
I thought I was doing the right thing but I ended up doing the opposite and you know what hurts the most? the fact that I'm not aware of what I'm doing.
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