Knowing what came out of my mind, something I can never interpret into words. I tried to but never succeeded. That is the whole point of thoughts. Thoughts can mean a lot of things: recollection, idea, judgment and so forth but the one thing in common is that all these came from one source and that is our brain.
Everyone is given a brain but we’re gifted with different thoughts. No one is exactly alike, not even twins.
“If I give myself one more chance to be with you again,
If I open my heart once more knowing that I’m gonna get hurt again,
Will I really get my happy ever after?”
At times when I’m alone and have no one to talk to, I’ll think to myself what do I really want in life? Am I doing the right thing being here right now? It’s never easy answering the questions you thought about. So, instead, you just write it out or just forget about it. I forgot a lot of things. Well.. I never have a good memory to begin with anyway. I’m not saying I’m proud of myself bring so forgetful especially when I forgot about the little things that are so important and only realizing it when asked by someone else.
I'm sorry.. please forgive me??
