A part of me can see the future or can predict it but that doesn’t mean im a psychic. I’m just a girl who knows more about life than she shows. Truth is every smile is an effort to walk a little more because deep down i know there is no Dawn.
Some days i just want to talk and talk and talk it all, every single word inside me wants to come out because the pain is tearing me hurting me. But i just sip another cup of coffee, watch another episode, read few more chapters and then bury my head into endless number of songs.
Genie in the bottle, Santa Claus, blue fairy are all as real as me being a super hero.
Some days i feel angry for being different, for being so complicated and i just hate myself but there are days when i just want to hug myself and tell myself i’m a good person. But how does it matter? How does any of it matter, when there is no miracle or dawn at the end of the tunnel?
Man! i guess its the lack of sleep. I better sleep or i will turn angry Hulk, im already a sad Hulk.
All those posters and sayings of “Be yourself” makes me even more angry.