All that is isnt what it seems to be. All that i needed didnt come to be. I say to my problems, bring it on, and i get beaten by them. Forget about me, will you? i'm more of a burden than of a helper, a person walking under grey clouds more often than not. A problematic person, no? A person that creates trouble, more than a person of peace. 12 years passed and something nice came along. 16 years 11 months and 28 days on this earth and i've been wishing. Wishing that i could change abit of time, but that only happens in movies i say to myself. For now, the wants and needs don't collide, the wishes and dreams doesn't come true. All i ever wanted.. all i ever wanted..
Wishful thoughts
pushing on..
