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unpredictable. short term memory.
dial-up brains. not getting any younger.
Life is a maze, love is a riddle.
I am just a little girl lost in the moment. But never take life seriously.
letting out a somewhat high-pitched squeal of delight and joy, jumping up from my seat is what I do best. My strengths aren’t noticeable. My weaknesses are plastered on my face. I practically have no self confidence. But I do not allow it to show. Behind my horrible shell. Behind all of my hate. There is love, there are friends. Only my friends can see the true me. The overprotecting, selfish me that will annoy them to the end of the world. I keep problems to myself, problems that none can ever imagined. I can only seem to show contradicting pieces of it. I don't pretend to be someone else, or a somebody. I am just myself. With my overly loud laugh and hoarse voice.Once, I lost hope on love. The love that someone gave but all shattered in pieces. Perhaps now, I've gained little by little of confidence in trusting and putting my life on the line of love. maybe, just maybe.
♥
only this smile can wash away my deepest sorrows. what comes from the heart is the most splendious thing one can ever get hold on to.
