This is not my reality. This is the world shaped by people who don't know me.
19 years, they don't know me.
The scary thing is that my plan will make them lose faith in me.
19 years, they don't know me.
It's not that hard to see what I'm talking about.
It's really easy, actually. It's written in everything about me; where I am, how I feel; what I do.
19 years, and they do not know who I am.

Run away? Maybe.
Give up forever? No.

Do I have an answer? No.


Blogger lonely soul said...

you know what i think you should do, but this one is up to you.

10:41 AM  

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