why do i have to grow up? isn't it enough that i've learned how to behave in public T.T
having nothing to do yet having a mind full of spilling thoughts is the most torturous thing in the world. every turn i go says something else. i'm so lost and so confuse, my biggest fear is here to haunt me and i am not equipped with anything.
i have manged to turn off the switch. sometimes i feel that its best this way, although i become very very very mean but sometimes life's a bitch, then i wonder is this the stuff dreams are made of? today i feel like i drank a gallon of cement and everything has become stone.
have you ever got that feeling that you wanna just say to a person: i get your point but you're full of shit..(kick the person in the gut and shout) THIS IS SPARTAAAA!!!!~~~
here is sit typing my letter thinking if i should or i should not send it and sending it would mean a whole change to my life. the best thing about going somewhere where nobody knows you is you can be anyone you like and i'd like to be Batgirl.
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