im a mote of pain suffering from the moist of sorrow. my desperate soul cover up my whole frustrated life. opacity is what i see, and i guess my right hilum gets irritated.evry move i make is so meticulous.i tried to be honest with myself, but i guess it seems like evrything is illusion. i feel mortified everytime i face myself in front of a one way mirror.and it's true! i tried to quit, but i can't. i tried to run, but my feet stuck on the ground. i tried to hide, but my being eternity made me excursive. the deuce in my nightmare scared me a lot. i cried, i shout...but no one heard. people that surrounds me exalts me, but i have no right. i'm just a person showing determination- confidence is how they used to call it….ahh,,just reminding you, I’m also a jocose ship.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
someone who can accept me for who i am. someone who can make weaknesses be my strenght. ;)
