Each day is not making me any happier then the last.
Because i wonder if everything would be normal.
And then i realize nothing will be normal.
Everyday is spent with me just thinking.
Not once have i thought about stopping.
I don't have a reason why i think so much.
I just do and so do you.
My head is full of words and memories.
More bad than good, i assume.
I don't really remember much.
But what i do remember is that... i try so hard to be perfect... that i'm not so perfect.
Sometimes i look in the mirror and compare myself to others when i'm myself.
I always think that those memories will make me feel better.
It doesn't .
All my life has been about watching people and how they act.
I never payed attention to how I act.
This is not something to laugh or cry about.
But i cry.
And i hate crying.
Sometimes i also ask myself: why tf are you crying for?
And my answer is I don't know.
I never like to come out directly and put others down.
Its just not me.
My mind is full of words. Pictures, imaginations.
A bunch of imaginations.
They're so clear yet so far.
I really wonder sometimes...
all the time...
it's Unexplainable.
