in my nest,
being a 4 years old child is so much fun. nothing more i want than to be 4 years old like forever.
too much love is best.
but being an early 20's child is horrible. i have my own opinion and i know that i have choices. man, i hate that.
too much love will kill.
looks like daddy's girl isn't made of sugar and spice and everything nice after all.
where should i live?
in my 4 years old or now in my early 20's.
let's not talk about future, i'm not nostradamus.
it's killing me when i thought about facing or running.
i forget the word 'facing'.
i won't run thinking about my perfect childhood days.
but i'll run as fast as i can thinking about now (and my future which is my dream)
Everyone knows you can't choose your family, but you can choose others.
is everything they tell us is right and never wrong?
or do i have my right..
the only thing feared by the spawn of Satan: Mom and Dad.
i feel that bitches don't just happen, they're made.
in this early 20's life there comes a moment when she realizes parents may be more messed up than i am.
that's sad :'(
nothing else to do right now. i'm not dreaming.
i'm a child just like we all are.
"Sometimes you need to step outside, clear your head, and remind yourself of who you are and where you wanna be" -Kristen Bell.
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