ωнєи ι ωαѕ α кι∂...

[Yellow]

When I was a kid...

I wore my heart on my sleeve.

It wasn’t anything wrong, either. As a matter of fact, it was normal to be open and caring, to be innocent in the sense that you didn’t know who you could truly trust and just freely express how you truly felt about another person.

Feuds were resolved with an quick scolding from an adult and a forced apology and you went on your way, acting as if it never happened. Life went on, kids got over it quickly because in the end, they would forgive and forget.

Sometimes I wish to go back to those times...

Back to the times where it was all smiles and play, no responsibilities and no misfortune. Back to when I could say everything was “okay”.

When I was a kid...

I actually wanted to grow up.

Why? I used to think being a teenager would be cool, being an adult would mean freedom. I wouldn’t feel like a loser and I could actually be someone.

I was naive then, my mind far too innocent to realize it was all complete bullshit.

When I grew up...

I realized it was all a lie.

The people I knew, the people I thought I could trust, my “perfect” family, all of it.

Bullshit. All of it.

And I had been far too young when the realization hit. And now, here I am.

A fucking mess of suppressed emotions with a dash of sarcasm and a hint of bitch.

What a terrible way to mature and grow into life; such a negative influence on the world I became.

Wouldn’t it be best that I disappear? I wonder...

Perhaps it’s the world I’m trapped in. The world is just as I am.

When I was a kid, I was pure and innocent just like most other kids. The reality I’ve been exposed to turned me into a poisonous creature just like any other person.

Sometimes I have to wonder...

We are all human, yet why don’t I see too much humanity?

[my mood is all over the place recently, so this happened. You’re welcome. :o)]