writing this tonight, 9.44 pm on 3rd september twenty ten.
tomorrow i have my eighteenth birthday. :)
excited? a bit.
sad? independently a little.
fourth of september again in a blink. before i realize i might be working already and (maybe) got married. haha.
its not a good september.
this year’s september is much of disappointments and breakdowns.
i know i’ve been worse than this, but well, any other hard time is always painful.
maybe i just have to try..a little bit harder to keep myself in one piece.
make myself clearer to face every situations, stronger than ever.
i don’t know what i want.
all i know is i’m just full of myself, full of selfishness, and sometimes full of anger.
hate to admit, but i am really a bitch sometimes.
i should not have moaned like a distressed pig on my birthday eve, but well i just need something to write.
i dont care if nobody understands what i’m writing, not really my intention to keep the keen readers. :p
moreover its my space. my little own private brain i’d like to expand a bit. :)
people should wish good things on their birthday.
i will.i will. :)
after all, eighteen really sounds..ok :)
its a new life starting on eighteen!
i really.really.really wish i can crack this shell i have. and just, well fly away like i’m a new me. freed. *blowcandles* :)
“Caterpillar in a tree,
how you wonder who you’ll be.
can’t go far but you can always dream.
wish you may and wish you might.
don’t you worry,
hold on tight.
I promise you that there will come a day;
Butterfly, fly away.”
-Miley Cyrus & Billy Ray Cyrus.
-happy birthday. :)