Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Sometimes I really wished I was someone else. Sometimes I wished I could make everyone around me smile like they really mean it. Sometimes I really wish, really really wish things could happen the way that I want it to. Every time I think back, I really don't know why am I attempting to let go, or why am I not even doing anything. Why am I waiting for things to happen when I know it is never going to happen.
Sometimes, why and ifs.
Maybe you could explain to me?
4 June 2008. 12:32am