hmm as becky wld say life is a joke designed by the grand creator...one where we are his puppets to play ard with...i believe this is very true....
Aniwaes both my dreams seem very distant now, and i hate dreams being shattered, i had enuff of them being shattered but now everything i seem to touch seems to be failure....i know this is jus a phase of life that every1 goes thru but i seem to be in this phase almost all the time....o simple things where have you gone, i am getting old and i need something to rely on...i am gettin tired and i need somewher to begin.....
Sick of doing so much yet gettin little in return, sometimes i wish i could sprout wings and just fly away.....wat good are dreams and aspirations if in the end all we get is what fate wants us to do, do puppets ever get to do wat they want to? i guess i am in a questionable mood where everything seems to be a big question waitin to be answered....
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