Why don't you be the artist and make me out of clay?
Why don't you be the writer and decide the words I say?
Friday, August 12, 2011
It's been a while.
I can tell, I'm better from the last time I left off. I was pretty torn up about it for a long time. Oh, well.
Sometimes, you just need the right people to remind you there's more to life than what you were stuck in.
But depending on one person to the other, that's not the way it goes.
Unfortunately, that's the only way I know how to cope with it. Is it a good thing? Is it good to hope for something that would never be achieved? The utmost impossible?
Does changing yourself for someone give a better outcome than learning more for someone? To impress someone? 'Cause if I were to be myself, would I lose my chance?
Why can't I let go.
Why can't I get over it.
What they say about me.
Tell me what you want to hear...
Those who matter...
Miss M brushes
like this one from