Monday, August 16, 2010
That my life is like an open book.
I share stories. You know who i hang out with. You know what's going on.
How i live my life. It's all out there. Plain and simple.
But at the same time, it's not totally open.
You never really know why i'm sad or pissed or happy.
I don't share why i am moody; what is wrong with me.
I share stories of what is right in my life.
All those broken things? only i know.
Maybe Anna is right.
Maybe it is time.
And its not like there's noone to sit and listen to me.
The problem lies with me- who I wanna share it with.
There's so many candidates but i don't know which ones would genuinely listen.
Which ones would not judge me or mock me.
Which ones would not make it be about them.
Which ones would not be offended.
Which ones would not try to advice me.
And some of them are just not suitable.
And i think that is why the only person i share my deepest darkest feelings is my reflection in the mirror.
The saying 'it's me not you' is indeed true.♥ Haziqah
& 9:47 PM
Prince& his 1000 sexy sheeps