at the moment im just a struggling author who had wrote his own book.The book ended prematurely but i jz act as a author who is desperate to keep the pages running. In the midst of confusion and delusion, the chapters were filled with thorns and tears.Its a book that never shud been written at all.
Now all the author wants to do is burn the book and start over with a new one.
nobody is perfect.
what we want are just empty dreams.
we can never have what we want in our life.
what we can ever get is just something similiar.
something near what we want but it just isnt.
life's never perfect.well,for me.
Late night thoughts
3 months ago