What am I?
I told myself a gazillion times if I didn't do it,
I would definitely regret,
and in the end?
Well, I waited for myself to regret it.
The opportunity is there,
but I chose to forgo it.
And look where am I now?
Blogging at home alone with tears.
From the moment I was born,
I have done nothing by myself.
People I meet are all initiated by my friends.
I just accompanied them,
or waited for them to intro me in.
I live with alot of regrets too.
I want to do something,
but in the end I would just sit down
and do nothing for it to happen.
I'm like sitting there hoping for it to happen on its own.
I really hate myself for being like this.
Sometimes the opportunity comes,
but I just threw it away
with a shake of the head and 'don't want'.
My friends have been helping me alot,
but somehow,
something is stopping me.
All I do is stalk people,
and help others take picture.
Nvr once have I taken a picture
and kept it for my own.
I knew I would regret it the moment I stepped onto the train.
Things never change.
I never changed either.
No wonder I can never get love.
I'm not pretty like my friends,
not out-going, not out-spoken.
I just want to be myself.
I don't want to act out-spoken just
to impress someone,
I don't want to pretend I like you
when I don't.
I don't want to pretend that I'm not interested,
when I've been watching you all along.
Some people definitely have more luck,
others like me get little luck.
I met you outside for the first time on 16 December 2007,
and the second time on 29 January 2008.
Will there be a third time,
to tell me that there is something?
Or maybe it will never happen again?
I won't wait for that third time to come,
just gonna let it slip out of my head.
If we ever meet again,
then that's fate.
If we never meet again,
that's also fate + farewell.
Note: Pls don't talk to me about this post.
Although I know nobody reads it anyway.
