i know it is a little too late to say this.
but i seriously think i am always doing the wrong things at the wrong time.
always missing those crucial timings.
in this world, where all the hope lies,
i really really want to do something tht is not so ordinary.
people may say it is un wise, people may say i am so totally not up to it.
some people may say i am over-aiming.
is there anybody tht actually believe in me?
is there anyone tht can believe in my not-tht-unrealistic dreams?
in this bed of prickly roses i lay, looking up into the gloomy grey skies ,
just like a small girl, wishing she would see plenty of stars.
instead what she got was mosquitoes bites and cuts from the thorns of reality and those cruel remarks from too realistic people.
where are all those four leaf clovers.
where are all those magic rocks.
because i dun believe in ppl who is always pessimistic and i dont want to.
words cant bring me down from now on. because when i look at the person saying it, i think she is no better than i am and i hope she gets it from other ppl one day.
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