this is not a bad nor hard day
but still, i feel this gloomy
i got some dino size cloud above my head
filled by my regrets and sadness
for being a jerk once more, for being this cruel
for being in doubt, for being lost and have no hope
for having trouble with my faith, for depends on no dream
i’m so alive but i feel like an empty vessel
i feel left behind. by time ; by people ; by situation ; by world ; by luck
should i cry?
When you’re young, you always feel that life hasn’t yet begun — that “life” is always scheduled to begin next week, next month, next year, after the holidays — whenever. But then suddenly you’re old and the scheduled life didn’t arrive. You find yourself asking, ‘Well then, exactly what was it I was having — that interlude — the scrambly madness — all that time I had before?
people could say anything about you, but you must never say bad things about yourself
we are young, we are reckless, we do both good and bad things. we fail and success. we don’t make a limit toward ourselves. we make mistake and learn from it. we fall and rise just like the sun. we could be as cute as kitten, but once you mess with us, you’ll get a very delicious revenge. we are pretty and free. we don’t care what people hit on us. we love and hate. we don’t like to stand still and just see, we want to involve. we are not a collector, but happiness maker.
hi all,
so i have renewed this tumblr and deleted all the old posts. now i’m trying to make this tumblr better. thanks for visiting and following
hugs,
natalie
