I would like to think being 16 is being different, like reborn or something. But I guess no, nothing is going to happen. SO I start a new blog. This is how I replace my dissapointment.
Counting down. I don't know what to expect.
16, so full with hope, so empty with emotions.
Is it going to make any difference? Or maybe people will start taking me seriously. I feel like a rag doll being left under the bed. You know? Like you thought you actually mean something, but no, you don't.
Thinking about the past, I realise how much I have gone through. It din't make me any stronger than I was then, it only make me more, old.
Shits still come my way and catch me off guard.
Today was a tearful and depressing day, so much for my pre-birthday mood.
My handphone starts vibrating and messages come rolling in.
Happy
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