Gone are the days when thinking of someone sent chills up my back, when meeting someone gave me butterfies. My heart has become hardened; my emotion has run dry; my soul has been so used to the state of solitude. Though I try to surround myself with literature and music and romantic things, I fail to return to the age of innocence seeing the world through rose-tinted glasses like a twenty-year-old girl. After all, there is no prince charming for a no-princess, no hero for a no-beautiful. I try to be positive in many ways. I erase all the negative thought. I delete dead-end statuses. I read stories, watch movies, meet people, do free writing just to keep myself busy, and allow myself no time to lament. ( Words betray me, I know.) Life keeps going on. Some people have come and gone, but they are no understanders. They keep treating me like a grown-up when I just want to be a little child, or they keep treating me like a little child when I am already a grown-up. They keep talking and waiting and hoping and hurting. That’s funny because they don’t know me at all. So I stop them from being trapped in an illusion. An injection may hurt, but it takes effect later on. They will be fine, and I will be fine, too. Wednesday, June 3, 2015
Right time, wrong person/ Wrong time,.... ?
Gone are the days when thinking of someone sent chills up my back, when meeting someone gave me butterfies. My heart has become hardened; my emotion has run dry; my soul has been so used to the state of solitude. Though I try to surround myself with literature and music and romantic things, I fail to return to the age of innocence seeing the world through rose-tinted glasses like a twenty-year-old girl. After all, there is no prince charming for a no-princess, no hero for a no-beautiful. I try to be positive in many ways. I erase all the negative thought. I delete dead-end statuses. I read stories, watch movies, meet people, do free writing just to keep myself busy, and allow myself no time to lament. ( Words betray me, I know.) Life keeps going on. Some people have come and gone, but they are no understanders. They keep treating me like a grown-up when I just want to be a little child, or they keep treating me like a little child when I am already a grown-up. They keep talking and waiting and hoping and hurting. That’s funny because they don’t know me at all. So I stop them from being trapped in an illusion. An injection may hurt, but it takes effect later on. They will be fine, and I will be fine, too. 
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