the story of my life ...
I'm younger than my age but old enough to understand some stuff.
old enough to discover new things and young enough to don't act around my age
young enough to search about how to become an adult ~
but why do I want to be an adult? why I don't stay a kid?
these questions which come to my mind with a variety of answers
but deep, inside of my heart I know they are all lies I've put together
I've lied to myself a lot to the extent I don't know myself ~
maybe if I asked these questions before, I knew the answer but now ~
even if I want to be honest with myself, I don't know if it's a lie or truth again
confusing relationship ~ slacking off ~ depression ~ loneliness ~ and so on
I can't act like myself be cause I don't have a personality, I'm others papers which piled up
and made a huge pile called "me"
I don't know what I am but I know what they made from me
that's the story of my life...