many a times, i come to this thinking,
whether i am just stupid or silly.
i kind of want to just settle it as me being naive,
and the world isn’t what i expect it to be.
everything’s so complicated, everything’s so messy.
i wish everything just unravels itself.
the only way is to let time slowly let me find out what things are supposed to be,
yet more often than not, it’s usually too late when i finally realise.
i hate it.
life is like a diary,
filled with moments and snapshots of memories,
so much happiness, so much disappointments,
so much to cherish, so much to be hurt from.
sometimes, i wish, this diary can start anew.