Im just a sweet, little, and vain lass, whose purpose in life is the wide- variety of ambiguity. My paths arent going anywhere sensual. Hence, I am caught in the middle of that thing you call confusion. For one thing, my teenager years arent over. Im afraid, I dont feel any sense of vigilance inside me.
I spend most of my days daydreaming and wishfully thinking on getting real, and getting out of lifes overdosing simple pleasures, that eventually complicate life. Yet, I wanna breathe life for a moment, like it has never ever been there, coz it never really was. Or maybe it actually existed, through the presence of those people who likes me, and those people i like.
But I was blinded by my own satisfacation, and the nonsensical jerky in me.
Maybe Im just a fallen feather of paradox...or not.
Or am i just lost in this maze i have made....?
