I want no more pretty tales. Now,what I dream of most is grow up. Yet I no longer believe in dreams,but in ambition,in money. I want to be the best,to be admired, respected,feared. I want to forget all the lies, the betrayals. Now I want to lie and believe in my lies. I've decided to grow up..
Yh why I decided to grow up? Because I should realize that this life so hard,so crazy,so weird, I want to forget all of memories with all of this.. Friends, family.. Oh my, I'm tired being like this. I want to pretend, and believe in my lies.. And try to my best to realizing my dreams..
But I think I'm the most pathetic...im pessimistic..I'm weirdo.. I'm just pretender if I believe in my lies...
I don't know what should I do!!
And now.. I ran, I've run so far and it's not over, my dream is huge. Some will think I'm condescending, but I don't claim to be better, or model, I have simply become who I am. The age of reason is now
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