"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've no idea how to get through this vicious cycle. Yes, vicious. Tormenting & aching. It keeps coming back and each time my heart cringe, it feels as if I can just suffocate and die. I don't wanna hang by the cliff anymore, cause I haven't got any strength to stay on. I need to be at the top of the mountain to catch a breather.

Today, I hurt you. I did something bad. I did it for love & hate. I want to make your heart ache the way you pierced my heart. I want you to tremble and cringe when you realise how empty your heart is, the way I felt when you weren't there.

We don't need to do this. But you make me doubt you, your words, your heart. You make me wonder, who you really are and who truly matter deep down in your very heart. If only I could pry open your mind and find the answers myself, my life wouldn't be so miserable. And as much as you love, you hurt. Maybe because your definition of love is different from mine. I want to end this, only when you choose to disappear entirely.

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