Saturday, September 15, 2012
If I were a boy
Bone-tired. I see nothing odd about my desire to escape. Too bruised and too beaten up to fight my own feelings, the courage to fight this secret madness fear inside. Locked out of my own desperate dream and I've been silent for long enough to keep me alive even when death was at its most seductive. I've a goal to achieve. I guess life was defined by mood and not time for me. But O level is jut in 38 more days, how could I still allow this to go on? I barely know..