I dream to be somewhere else. If I could fly. If I could fly fast ,I would do anything to be there right now.I think I just ran out of happiness...that optimism from days ago just vanished.I'm tired of smiling because everyone smiles tired of talking for the sake of doing. So tired of being so pretentious...who knows. Maybe this is just who I am. I used to have a life...I used to be myself. Now I don't even know who I really am...Feels like I'm the creation of people around me.I am whoever they want me to be...
lack of identity...?
lack of identity...?
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