I am not the same girl I used to be. Even if I wanted to go back, I just can't.
There are times you really can't be the way you wanted to be. Like the things that you thought would never happen in real life because you are so full with the fantasies of teleplays. Suddenly, you were stung by a bee and then the teleplays you've been watching is now happening in you. There you realize how pathetic your life is.
I was once a princess, all I want will be there in a blink of an eye, then the same figurative speech made its way to get those things gone. All good things in your life came to an end. You suddenly can't figure where or when to start again. Especially, when identity itself lose you. It's hard for you to go wherever you wanted to go. Because honestly, even you don't understand who you really are.
The thought of you that is unable to cry because your eyes are all dried up from all the tragic things happened and yet you can't do anything even if you wanted. It is a shame that you can but you can't because reality ask for more than what you have. It felt like you were being pathetic in your own way because of the reality that keeps on dragging you down.
Sometimes, it's hard to feel the feelings you are not use to but you have to be use to. If hating is a hobby then loving is something you should learn in the hard way. If helping is part of your life then hurting is a hard task for you to do.
Honestly, right now I wanted tears but it's just not making its way to fall.
There are times you really can't be the way you wanted to be. Like the things that you thought would never happen in real life because you are so full with the fantasies of teleplays. Suddenly, you were stung by a bee and then the teleplays you've been watching is now happening in you. There you realize how pathetic your life is.
I was once a princess, all I want will be there in a blink of an eye, then the same figurative speech made its way to get those things gone. All good things in your life came to an end. You suddenly can't figure where or when to start again. Especially, when identity itself lose you. It's hard for you to go wherever you wanted to go. Because honestly, even you don't understand who you really are.
The thought of you that is unable to cry because your eyes are all dried up from all the tragic things happened and yet you can't do anything even if you wanted. It is a shame that you can but you can't because reality ask for more than what you have. It felt like you were being pathetic in your own way because of the reality that keeps on dragging you down.
Sometimes, it's hard to feel the feelings you are not use to but you have to be use to. If hating is a hobby then loving is something you should learn in the hard way. If helping is part of your life then hurting is a hard task for you to do.
Honestly, right now I wanted tears but it's just not making its way to fall.
