Tuesday, March 12, 2013


I was there. Yeah, there. Down there. Behind those beautiful roses; hiding and staring at the other roses which can rise easily. I've realize that I have to try but I never reached to the top like them. I'm angry, disappointed, sad, ashamed to my own self. Should I regret this? Nah, I'm just regretting for what I've done. The only thing I do--until now--is daydreaming. Yes, I'm great in daydreaming, talking about this and that but never give some achievements. Stupid.

Someone told me that "Crying doesn't fix anything". But I really, really want to.

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Maira Gall