I'm no longer the cuttie little me that carries the pony tail on my head.
One more year and I would soar in the sky.
Just one more year.
I'm afraid. Afraid of stepping into the society.
I don't want to. Because nothing interest me.
But I know. I know I could not be protected forever.
But I just want to run away, forever.
One more year, I would not be able to call my friends and chat throught night.
One more year, I would not be able to go out as freely as I like.
One more year, I would be lecture by someone else.
One more year, I would be consider as an adult.
My student life seems so short.
And I never got the chance to create memories.
All those beautiful memories, where have it gone?
Aww. I just misses the good old days.
I wonder when can I make my dreams come true?
When can I have my own cafe shop?
When can I fly and walk down the the lonely street?
My simple wish, when it's going to come true?
There are so many question on my head.
But I know, some question is beyond my reach.
So, I'm just trying to live to the fullest of myself.
And one day, I would be able to shout out loud that,
Emo is just not my type. x)
My.After Story.
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