Hope of Hopeless
Friday, December 4, 2009
My life seems to be hopeful, yet hopeless. My life seems to be full of colours, yet it is dull. People seems to be real, but they're like virtual images. What exactly is life? In my life, people doesn't really appreciate what I've done for them, do they? Sometimes i ask myself, do i actually need to put so much effort in making things perfect? Or rather making perfect things. But i guess that's just me, i can't change who i am, who wants to be born like a perfectionist anyway? I don't. Why are people only interested on what's on the surface and not what's under the surface of a human? Is what's on the surface really more important than what's under the surface?
To you whom I'm referring to, do you even have pride? I do even though you don't. Do you even have basic respect for me? I don't think you do. I told you. I dislike what you're doing right now, but why? Why do you always have to force me to do something that's against my will? Why do you always request those ridiculous stuff from me? What am i to you now? If you think i need to fulfill your wishes, I'm telling you i don't. What are you to me? You're nothing but just like any other stinky perverts out there roaming on the streets. Yeah. I am such a failure. I failed to teach you well. Everything right here right now are like hope of hopeless...
Hope of Hopeless
Friday, December 4, 2009
My life seems to be hopeful, yet hopeless. My life seems to be full of colours, yet it is dull. People seems to be real, but they're like virtual images. What exactly is life? In my life, people doesn't really appreciate what I've done for them, do they? Sometimes i ask myself, do i actually need to put so much effort in making things perfect? Or rather making perfect things. But i guess that's just me, i can't change who i am, who wants to be born like a perfectionist anyway? I don't. Why are people only interested on what's on the surface and not what's under the surface of a human? Is what's on the surface really more important than what's under the surface?
To you whom I'm referring to, do you even have pride? I do even though you don't. Do you even have basic respect for me? I don't think you do. I told you. I dislike what you're doing right now, but why? Why do you always have to force me to do something that's against my will? Why do you always request those ridiculous stuff from me? What am i to you now? If you think i need to fulfill your wishes, I'm telling you i don't. What are you to me? You're nothing but just like any other stinky perverts out there roaming on the streets. Yeah. I am such a failure. I failed to teach you well. Everything right here right now are like hope of hopeless...
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The typical teenage
ANNA QUACKEE
HER
She's extraordinary.
But she's flawed.
She knew it all along.
That's she's different.
In her own unique way.
She's not perfect.
And will never be.
But she'll never stop trying to be one.
She's not living in a Fairytale.
She'll never be.
She loves the way he is.
He-left her the best memories.
Jo.Anna.
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