A lot of things to say but always struggling with finding the perfect words to start. Not being able to begin always stop me from doing something. Just like they say, the beginning is always the hardest. With that, I am just going to start. I look at myself and I think of how sad I am. Always busy dreaming on becoming a better person instead of trying to be a better person. Always dream of the impossible, living in a world filled with delusional thoughts and always thinking that maybe someday, one day--someone would love me. As if someone would take the time to sit down, have a cup of tea with me and get to know me. As if somebody would even give me a chance. All these delusional thoughts need to stop. I need to stop. There's nothing more I can say simply because I don't know what to say; or how to say. No pretty, poetic words will come out from this lips. No heartfelt, beautiful post will ever be written. Guess I have just lost my charm while losing myself.
p/s: happy birthday, dear self.
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