random

Some days you get up feeling good about yourself, sometimes you feel like a loser, sometimes even when everything is going your way, you just don’t feel right and sometimes nothing in the world can bother you. Its seems now like everyday people walk in and out in some way. Some you wish were gone, and some you want to stop. Everything that was once so dear now becomes absolutely rare. Time changes, so do we all, what never changes is the void within us all. This is not how I wanted to see myself, but again this is how it is supposed to be. Sometimes I fear that maybe I was brought up in fairytale, kept away from the harsh and pain. Now on facing the reality, I wish someone had made me see, the real world, and this bothers me.

To end the day in such a distress is bad enough for anything else; I’d rather slip away in the past.