I want to go back to my old self. The simple on going, happy go lucky and down to earth. I know I’d changed a lot; maybe it can be good news or not in so many reasons. I became so fool and ignorant, noisy and irritating. I can still be proud ‘coz I am true to myself, but of course my old self is watching at my back. Forming a conscience about what I am doing and begging not to turn my back to her.
I’ve realized so many things in my college life. I want to improve myself because I don’t really know who I am. I am a pickle minded and get easily irritated with a non sense and not so true people. I am an observant, I know many people love me and I am glad.
Sometimes I dream to be somebody because I am nobody. In that way of thinking, my old self keep proclaiming to be contented. I didn’t listen because I am simply stubborn child. I keep aiming so high wanting something I desire and obsessed to others life. I don’t really know what I am doing even don’t care if it is right or not. Later I realized that I am no longer myself what I have known before.
And now, I end up nothing and full of regrets. Realizing everything and go back to reality. I am here, hiding beneath the blanket letting all those tears to fall to ease the pain. Stopping these is so hard, foolishness is the right word.
I have too many words and idea in my mind about all I have done. I don’t know how to express it and I just want to say something a portion of it. Everytime I’m alone, all words in my mind is saying “I want to go back to my old self”.
My old self whom I love and my friends want me to be. My old self is only simple shy and homely. No more words no more talks.
I’ve realized so many things in my college life. I want to improve myself because I don’t really know who I am. I am a pickle minded and get easily irritated with a non sense and not so true people. I am an observant, I know many people love me and I am glad.
Sometimes I dream to be somebody because I am nobody. In that way of thinking, my old self keep proclaiming to be contented. I didn’t listen because I am simply stubborn child. I keep aiming so high wanting something I desire and obsessed to others life. I don’t really know what I am doing even don’t care if it is right or not. Later I realized that I am no longer myself what I have known before.
And now, I end up nothing and full of regrets. Realizing everything and go back to reality. I am here, hiding beneath the blanket letting all those tears to fall to ease the pain. Stopping these is so hard, foolishness is the right word.
I have too many words and idea in my mind about all I have done. I don’t know how to express it and I just want to say something a portion of it. Everytime I’m alone, all words in my mind is saying “I want to go back to my old self”.
My old self whom I love and my friends want me to be. My old self is only simple shy and homely. No more words no more talks.
