Growing up

The process of growing up sure is painful. You grow to know how ugly can humans be. You come to realise the world is not always full of happiness. You become someone whom you've never wanted to be. You turn into something you last wanted to be. You come to hate yourself.


I hate to grow up.
I've never wanted to grow.
I don't want to grow up.





But what can I do?
I can only accept the fact and move on. Isn't that what all humans do?




I'm feeling frustrated. At myself. Why am I like this? Why am I always forcing myself to be someone else, and make myself think so much? Why is it so hard to be just who I am?

I need confidence. Give me loads.



I want to depart from this world. Can I?



Please.

I wish

Heaven's testing my patience.



I'm trying not to give in.
If not, I would have pulled all my hair out, screamed my lungs out and cried till my lacrimal glands pop out.

But seriously, it's hard to take. The problem lies with me and the only solution is me.
A formula I can never get.





It's hard to scream silently.











Being a homo sapien is so tough.
I would rather be a sus scrofa and snatch food from each other everyday.
Then I would not even need to trouble over gaining weight.

Tinkerbell

This is my first step into yet another one of my fantasy world.

What am I anticipating, I don't know. I just know I really wish someone would be there.
But no, the key's in my heart.

I'm locked up.

Forever.


This is my fate.


I'll wait quietly, till one day a prince comes along and pull me up.

When will it be?




I'll wait for it.