Somehow, I suddenly tout of stuffs, about my life, about me.
I handle tons of shit, i gotten shit from people.
Life seriously sucks big time.
when i'm so fucking down, no one will even know.
I put up a false front, so that the people around me will not see how weak i can be at times.
Yea i'm still young, no longer a girl, and not yet a woman.
i don't grow up with a silver spoon in my mouth, i don't grow up in a warm and happy family.
yea, i may not be the worst, but no one will want to lead the life like how i led mine.
Not many people know who i am, No one really understand me.
Yes i'm a girl. but I'm not the average type of girl, that you expect one to be like.
i'm not girly girly, i seldom whine, i'm so-called fierce. i'm not gentle.
I'm not the typical model that you read their blogs online, you saw them on the street, wearing dresses and high heels, carrying branded stuff and so on.
sorry, but i can't afford them, but i'll get things that i'm satisfied and happy with, whenever i can afford them, and of course they are not branded stuff.
I'm not like those girls who enjoy doing medicure and pedicure,
my nails are short and i have been keeping them short, due to work.
i do paint my toe nails sometime, but i dont like fancy nails.
I look at stuffs differently, maybe that is y i'm being a designer.
Designer always look at things in a different angle, in a different way.
Life can be simple, but humans always make them complicated.
Love can be simple, but humans always make them complicated.
I'm still re-creating a life whereby it's so simple, with things that i love, people that i love.
I want to be living in the world of art and design as well.
I can't survive without art and design.
I'm still young,
I'm still learning,
Life is all about learning
I'm a workaholic.
I don't have the intention to live till like 80 or 90 years old.
I don't need people to bless me to wat ripe old age.
I don't believe in them.
People will die, it's jus a matter of time.
mine, as long as i die in peace, which mean i fulfill every single desire of mine,
i'm contented.
good night.
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