"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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I know I suck. But you don't have to brag about how good you are to get your point across. BITCH.

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I realise I don't know how to express myself anymore. Fuck. I wish I drop dead.


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Daddy said, "It's time to come home."

It takes a while to admit that you're wrong. And it takes a while to know who you really wanna be. All this while, I've never felt so alone. This path, it just gets darker and deeper. But yet I feel my insecurities and flaws shine through like sunlight. I look around and ask myself, who has really been there? I'm not the ungrateful sort, but really, who has really been there?

He was, He has. He knows it's not my fault that nobody loves me that way. It's not my fault I have nobody to go to sleep with and wake up next to. Because He knows I try to be, at least on the surface level, one of those girls with joy, beauty and self-confidence. All those clumsy insecurities and all those inept flaws, He only sees beauty in them.

He appreciates and cherishes me precisely because my heart is fragile - which, although I try to hide, is apparent from the way I carry myself. But that's okay, He often tells me. It's more than okay. It's my best feature.

And I realise, I've been waiting for the wrong car all along. I was waiting for one that will never come. And there He was waiting. All He wanted was me to come home.

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