seeing untouchable things rolling off from my side, making their ways to better seats really make me wonder of how small i am. it's like i am invisible though i walk in front of them, i had brief talk with them and no matter what i do, they don't know me. they don't look up to me, instead they could be looking down on me of how misery was that gloomy girl. i know there always would be cloudy days but why do on my circle of life, there seems to be dark ages last longer than renaissance? Some poets would say it's not the time of my life yet, and someone out there actually is waiting for me. But how can i believe on them even when i don't believe on myself. i know that i am vulnerable, and i know that i make uncountable mistakes, but i should at least spare a room for myself to really want to be myself. Though it's really hurt about the way how people treat you, you can't be sway of theirs, do not waste your head on their ropes. Keep your head ups no matter how hurtful it is to be letting down, and keep believing that tomorrow promises even better future. Do not stop believing.
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