"I'm not a born actress, as such, I care about expressing feelings." -Audrey Hepburn

Many times I care too much about feelings and feelings make up my whole world for me. It makes me wonder whether the world I'm living in is the real one. Cause I feel surreal in my own delusion more than anywhere else.

I want to play a grand piano on some gorgeous stage with a million audience.
I want to learn as many instruments as possible; saxophone will be next.
I want to dive in a swimming pool-sized of chocolate fondue.
I want a field flooded with orange daisies.
I want to teleport to Berklee!
I want a library of books with classics, and very very very extremely good books & novels.
I want to own a home movie theatre with my very own ice cream fridge.
I want to direct my own gore movie and write my own gore novel. (this is thrilling.)
I want to get married to some rich guy and be a tai tai. HAH.

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Dear Jesus,

You know, I miss You. I miss you quite a lot. And I don’t know how to get by. Everything feels like shit. I feel indifferent. I feel sick. Sick that I’m always an average student. Sick that I don’t seem to excel. Sick and tired that I can’t speak off my mind. Sick that I can’t be who I really am. But yet Lord, who am I?

Honestly, I don’t know how to get by life with you. All these stuffs going on, it seems too much. When I put every pieces of my life together, it felt as if I’m solving a never ending puzzle. I wanna live in a façade. Maybe it feels better. Maybe dwelling in parties ain’t that bad after all. So what if they’re deceiving with the colors and the prettiness in it?

Lord, will Your creation come to pass? Will what you intended me to be ever come to pass? What if I don’t? Do you have a plan B for me? Or You’ve got no plan B? Your promises; I’m not convinced. Not at all. Lord, prove it. Prove it that your plans are always the best. Prove it that whatever you created will come to pass.

I don’t know what I need. Maybe all I need was you all along.

How true can all these be? How relevant even can all these shit be? Lord, I hated the fact you’re the only way for every other alternative. I hated it when you’re always in control. I honestly hated it. Because if you’re in control, probably you can make things work out.

Like I doubted, if ever your plans for me come to pass? If yes, prove it Lord.




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