NOTED

Everybody has their own stories. Happy, unhappy, sad, emotionless, memorable, blissful, exciting are what they labelled it of. Story of my life is no where near to as good as if you like you are in the heaven. My story are more of like a non-stop roller coaster.drifting and shifting. Seeking and searching. Same words yet provide different meaning to me.  I became numbed. I cared for so many yet some didn't realize. Thought of  that this year would be different but no, it is not. I am uncertain. When someone you cares, have lots of other people who felt the same just like you tend to get more attention then you, you tends to become vulnerable and fragile. no matter where you go, you will always bring along the bad news. Feeling so small, a tiny creature who are trying to regain the lost soul of his. Rejecting his true feelings. When you once had a dream that you could finally hold on to, being taken for a loser by Him as you failed to achieved it. My thoughts are dreams that can't be reimbursed and be told throughout the constellation of stars. Yet one by one falls, being torn apart, revealing the darkest past of it. Naked by the look of others. Ashamed. Failures after failures become nothing and indifference. Emotionless by it. Devotions become nothing. My wish upon the thoughts of feeling happy are now just the thoughts of me looking upon my self to be a model but failed since my face isn't very Chanel. My life become hectic. So close yet so far from my own desires to gain and feel things that some people got the chances to feel. Its like you are trying to escape yourself from this confusing forbidden forest. Tired of it. Yet keep on going.