Dear Diary,
I am confused. I am confused with everything that is going on... why did I believe in fairy tales? Why did I? This is my fault. Everything became real I do not know. I am not aware of what I am doing. I feel lost in everything that I am doing right now. I do not know what is the right thing to do...
Dear Diary,
I think that I am going astray from the path that I am taking. I am falling at pits that looked like a solid ground. I do not know if I can claim that I do not want to step on it or that I really wanted to but the consequences of admitting it will be grave.
Dear Diary,
I hope I can keep up with the pace of the world that I try so hard to slow down. I hope I can make it. I hope they can wait. I hope he can wait. I hope it turns out right. I hope I do the right. I pray for these all.
Dear Diary,
Indeed, I am confused. Lost and wandering. I hope someone finds me. and grabs me from this pit...
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