it's strange, how things work out sometimes. maybe i will be a child for the rest of my life, the way i wanted it, but not because i want to, but because i have no choice.
naive thoughts of the darkest persons and their actions, being too nice, too forgiving, too agreeable. these things that mold me, shape and define me, things that frame me, am i supposed to be picture perfect? because i'm really not. i am. maybe.
this isn't the way people told me my life would turn out to be. yet that strange semse of satisfaction that i harbour in the deepest corridors of my soul, lights me. it's what i begin my day with, you know. hope. (cheesy as it is.)
oh the beautiful randomness of life.
"dude, be a poster girl!"
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