Your Dreams Are Yours and Yours Alone!
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(Sunday, December 7, 2008-)
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It's been more than a month since i've stopped going to school. Christmas is coming. And i have yet to find a proper job. I don't want another filthy job. My parents keep pestering me to get one. Life's gonna change. I still want to go singing with my friends. I skipped going to the safari with them. Fully regretted.
And as time pass, we don't really communicate anymore. I don't know what they're up to. What's happening around them. Are they fine. Are they happy. Are they sad. I know basically nothing. And as i manage to make it to poly, i'll gain new friends. At the same time, i'll lose. People come and go. I don't have a solid friend. I like watching videos and family movies. But they made it look so perfect. Always a happy ending. Becoming mature, greater bonds. I envy the shows. But i know it'll never happen. All things comes with a price equivilent of what's given. I learnt that from an animation. I learn things from the television. I figured there's alot of teaching done in each movie, each cartoon and each animation. The stories told are something which producers want to convey to us. But we ignore it.
Sometimes i'll wonder. Does this person hate me? Because it seem as if i was being hated. The cold face and ignorance. It just made things so confusing. One moment you're so fine. The other, it just snap. The world is cruel. I wonder who invented paying off with a price. I'm sure modern people would have assasinated him. Sometimes i wonder if i wonder too much. Probably all these are just an illusion i've created. It might not even be happening. But what if it's happening. What should i do? I'm afraid. Why? Because i see people being hated. And i know it because i felt it. And i'll get frightened and start wondering if i someday will also end up like that. Or am i already like that but not knowing exactly what went wrong.?!
There's too much i've stored inside this body. Everytime i finished a good show. I'll have this urge to tell my friends around me how important they are to me. And how much i love them all. I don't have the guts. I know i'll either be ignored or be a joke. This is how mean life is. How the world was made. And so, i don't speak of the truth. Even when some seem like a soloid friend to me, i know deep down there're holes all over the bond. Some holes too malign to mend or discover.
Love is forgiveness. Hope shines beyond me. I just wish life would never have to change.
I'm still glad my changes aren't as drastic as a frog's change in life.
PS: Another Cinderella story finished.
Footsteps;
FreeDom was here...
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