I do what I do because I’m mad to live
Mad to experience the vivacity,
Mad to make mistakes.
Because being perfect is not me
Because I’d rather be Real than a nameless face liked by everyone
Because I can’t Fake it,
Because my emotions are written on my sleeve as clear as the sky is blue.
Because every feeling is felt to the core.
Because I am human
A person who’s had too much experience,
Too much hurt for a mere 18 years.
But still… Continue
Posted on October 15, 2009 at 3:23pm