Saturday, April 30, 2011 '
Me
Come to think about it, I was never the centered one.
Not in class.
Not in church.
Not among friends.
We talked about it, and agreed about it.
Me n my sis, are and will never be, the spotlight of others.
The wallflower? Maybe.
The backdrop? Most probably.
But never the flower. The big, red flower that attracts everyone else.
Sometimes I just wish that I can be like others.
Bright. Pretty. Great sense of humour.
But then, I'm just me.
Same old me.
So what can I say more?
Not being bitter, but this is what I feel like rite now.
Blank.
Couldn't help it though. This is what makes me me.
Accept it, or reject me.Labels: Diary
